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 Georgia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Underground Resistance to the electroclash 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Janne Schatter,
Aural Exciters,
Dual Sessions,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Durutti Column,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dead Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Hill,
Junior Murvin,
Scrapy,
Fluxion,
The Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rod Modell,
The Walker Brothers,
the Association,
John Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Axelrod,
MC5,
Joe Smooth,
the Germs,
Scion,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anakelly,
James White and The Blacks,
Underground Resistance,
Camouflage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Christie,
Radiohead,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Black Dice,
Spandau Ballet,
The Offenders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aaron Thompson,
The Saints,
A Certain Ratio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed,
Mars,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.