Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Taiwan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Section 25 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Misunderstood,
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
Mad Mike,
the Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Slave,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lungfish,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
the Swans,
The Trojans,
Fatback Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flash Fearless,
Warsaw,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
Michelle Simonal,
Moss Icon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Terry,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
The Dead C,
Althea and Donna,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vainqueur,
cv313,
Quadrant,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
Masters at Work,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure,
Bill Near,
Joe Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
The Neon Judgement,
Niagra,
Arthur Verocai,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.