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 Bolivia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 Pole to the disco 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
CMW,
Basic Channel,
MC5,
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
Danielle Patucci,
Arab on Radar,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Rundgren,
The Seeds,
Quando Quango,
The American Breed,
Pole,
Hardrive,
Liliput,
Gang Starr,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mad Mike,
Banda Bassotti,
The Victims,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Busters,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
Gong,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
Ludus,
Ronnie Foster,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Style,
the Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Iggy Pop,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
Mandrill,
U.S. Maple,
Man Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Wells,
Marc Almond,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultravox,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.