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 Oman and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Parry Music to the funk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Altered Images,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
Rites of Spring,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camberwell Now,
Buzzcocks,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
World's Most,
The Doors,
Sixth Finger,
the Human League,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Music Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
Graham Central Station,
The Zeros,
The Offenders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wasted Youth,
The Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masters at Work,
Kenny Larkin,
Monks,
Nirvana,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
The Buckinghams,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mantronix,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
One Last Wish,
ABBA,
Cheater Slicks,
Babytalk,
Shuggie Otis,
Fat Boys,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.