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 Finland and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Magazine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boogie Down Productions,
Basic Channel,
Slave,
Arab on Radar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vainqueur,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Section 25,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
Minny Pops,
Camberwell Now,
Cymande,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Parry Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
Country Teasers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fear,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Sherman,
Subhumans,
Mars,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths,
Sällskapet,
New York Dolls,
X-101,
John Foxx,
OOIOO,
Gregory Isaacs,
Outsiders,
Masters at Work,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Arthur Verocai,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warren Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
Godley & Creme,
The Residents,
Ponytail,
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.