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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Associates,
Piero Umiliani,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hoover,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
The Music Machine,
The Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Inner City,
D'Angelo,
The Residents,
Minutemen,
Freddie Wadling,
John Lydon,
Monolake,
The Wake,
The Star Department,
Guru Guru,
Marine Girls,
Deepchord,
Scratch Acid,
Davy DMX,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Leonard Cohen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young,
Quadrant,
8 Eyed Spy,
Graham Central Station,
Kas Product,
Gabor Szabo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Young Marble Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echospace,
Organ,
Cameo,
Maleditus Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.