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 Bangladesh and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Erasure to the grunge 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
Stetsasonic,
Pantytec,
Flamin' Groovies,
MC5,
Subhumans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monks,
the Slits,
Jandek,
The Cowsills,
The Golliwogs,
Kenny Larkin,
the Swans,
Skaos,
Wasted Youth,
Angry Samoans,
The Gap Band,
The Barracudas,
Surgeon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mummies,
Lindisfarne,
The Modern Lovers,
Easy Going,
The Neon Judgement,
The Wake,
Sound Behaviour,
Arab on Radar,
New Age Steppers,
Buzzcocks,
Yaz,
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
Scion,
Gerry Rafferty,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amazonics,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dark Day,
Pussy Galore,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smiths,
Joyce Sims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
John Lydon,
Depeche Mode,
Chris & Cosey,
Alton Ellis,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.