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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Pylon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Wally Richardson,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
Can,
Barry Ungar,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The J.B.'s,
Newcleus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masters at Work,
Loose Ends,
Roxy Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bluetip,
Robert Hood,
Lower 48,
the Slits,
Lyres,
Marvin Gaye,
Ornette Coleman,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
The Gun Club,
Dual Sessions,
Ludus,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Pulsallama,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
Dead Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Halsall,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-101,
John Lydon,
Deakin,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Basic Channel,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nils Olav,
Thee Headcoats,
The New Christs,
New York Dolls,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.