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 Italy and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Massinfluence to the disco 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Unwound,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mr. Review,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shoche,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
The Music Machine,
Bauhaus,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Magma,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
T. Rex,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Panda Bear,
Eden Ahbez,
Animal Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Maurizio,
Prince Buster,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
The Birthday Party,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Womack,
Sixth Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
John Lydon,
Von Mondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Hood,
Traffic Nightmare,
DNA,
Average White Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Janne Schatter,
Lakeside,
Quantec,
Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.