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 Bahrain and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Newcleus,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
June Days,
The Associates,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
Eurythmics,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
Henry Cow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cal Tjader,
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kayak,
This Heat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Almond,
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
T. Rex,
The Gories,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers,
ABBA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
World's Most,
Nas,
Harry Pussy,
Banda Bassotti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
Max Romeo,
Vainqueur,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Walker Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
Marine Girls,
Visage,
Cymande,
Blossom Toes,
Flipper,
H. Thieme,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.