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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Smoke to the punk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Lynne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
Cameo,
AZ,
The Durutti Column,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
Neu!,
The Seeds,
Second Layer,
Unwound,
The Sound,
Infiniti,
Boredoms,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Isaac Hayes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Aural Exciters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
LL Cool J,
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pulsallama,
Saccharine Trust,
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liliput,
Ultimate Spinach,
Groovy Waters,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fall,
Wings,
Derrick Morgan,
Suburban Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Fad Gadget,
New York Dolls,
The Walker Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Busters,
Gabor Szabo,
The Leaves,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.