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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Loose Ends to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Magazine,
The American Breed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Essential Logic,
Crooked Eye,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Terry,
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson,
Funky Four + One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Subhumans,
Babytalk,
Bill Wells,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fela Kuti,
Joy Division,
The Searchers,
Animal Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalann,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Cell,
DNA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cameo,
A Certain Ratio,
Ossler,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Circle Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
The Remains,
Brass Construction,
Thee Headcoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alison Limerick,
Cymande,
Sparks,
Joyce Sims,
UT,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fat Boys,
The New Christs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liliput,
Excepter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.