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 Russia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Gories to the techno 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Idris Muhammad,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scratch Acid,
Khruangbin,
The Modern Lovers,
Joy Division,
The Real Kids,
The Black Dice,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
Ituana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
The Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Guru Guru,
Stockholm Monsters,
Malaria!,
The Move,
Barrington Levy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
John Holt,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
The Associates,
Sandy B,
The Happenings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moby Grape,
Slave,
Freddie Wadling,
James White and The Blacks,
David Bowie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Main Source,
The Fortunes,
Pole,
Warsaw,
Al Stewart,
Amazonics,
R.M.O.,
New Age Steppers,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
CMW,
Deadbeat,
Hoover,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.