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 Nepal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Byrd,
Section 25,
Chris Corsano,
Youth Brigade,
One Last Wish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
The Move,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiohead,
Wings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
The Fall,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispian St. Peters,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Wells,
Tom Boy,
The Star Department,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
Joyce Sims,
the Human League,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
AZ,
Michelle Simonal,
Prince Buster,
The Slackers,
The Durutti Column,
Howard Jones,
The Red Krayola,
The Cramps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
the Sonics,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
Simply Red,
Laurel Aitken,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
Japan,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.