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 Sierra Leone and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül II,
Glenn Branca,
The Red Krayola,
Eric B and Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul II Soul,
AZ,
Mandrill,
Swell Maps,
The Human League,
Simply Red,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cramps,
Robert Hood,
The Residents,
The Moleskins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eli Mardock,
Pylon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter & Gordon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Wells,
David Axelrod,
The Gladiators,
Desert Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pretty Things,
Eddi Front,
Gabor Szabo,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerrie Biddell,
KRS-One,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Golliwogs,
Q65,
Monolake,
Japan,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
Grauzone,
Lungfish,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Standells,
Theoretical Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
Interpol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sällskapet,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.