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 Senegal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Wings to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Section 25,
The Names,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
Wally Richardson,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quadrant,
Oneida,
Goldenarms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
Harmonia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Junior Murvin,
New York Dolls,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Human League,
Monks,
The Index,
Fat Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
Audionom,
Amazonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Smooth,
Intrusion,
Darondo,
Man Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can,
Scion,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
Ralphi Rosario,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sight & Sound,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sam Rivers,
Hasil Adkins,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
New Order,
Roxy Music,
Black Moon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.