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 Macedonia and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Jeff Lynne to the dance 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
Public Image Ltd.,
PIL,
David Axelrod,
Brass Construction,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
H. Thieme,
Althea and Donna,
MDC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blackbyrds,
The Barracudas,
Gang Starr,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Guru Guru,
Wasted Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Trojans,
Warsaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Tremeloes,
Janne Schatter,
The Associates,
Lucky Dragons,
Boredoms,
Mantronix,
Smog,
Arcadia,
The Dirtbombs,
In Retrospect,
Danielle Patucci,
Qualms,
The Vogues,
Sex Pistols,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Accadde A,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Busters,
Slick Rick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T. Rex,
Tommy Roe,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.