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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Rekid,
the Bar-Kays,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
The Buckinghams,
Flash Fearless,
Lungfish,
Loose Ends,
Nirvana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantaleimon,
Cameo,
LL Cool J,
UT,
Blancmange,
Sixth Finger,
Television Personalities,
Wings,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blake Baxter,
The Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Con Funk Shun,
Cymande,
Aural Exciters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul II Soul,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
The Busters,
Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Pulsallama,
Circle Jerks,
Ice-T,
The Sound,
Delta 5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Holt,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express,
The Move,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Grauzone,
Reagan Youth,
The Raincoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Lyres,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Lynne,
Vainqueur,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.