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 Cape Verde and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Erasure to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Urselle,
The Blues Magoos,
June of 44,
The Dirtbombs,
Siglo XX,
Adolescents,
Letta Mbulu,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Victims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Modern Lovers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Associates,
Warsaw,
Slick Rick,
Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anakelly,
Jerry's Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gladiators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Remains,
The Blackbyrds,
X-102,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
a-ha,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Essential Logic,
The Residents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Duran Duran,
Inner City,
Au Pairs,
Metal Thangz,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Fraelich,
Angry Samoans,
Pulsallama,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith,
Soft Machine,
Davy DMX,
Jacob Miller,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kurtis Blow,
The Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
The Index,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.