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 United States and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Rites of Spring to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
Gichy Dan,
Brick,
Camouflage,
Bill Near,
Sparks,
Anthony Braxton,
Heaven 17,
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Beau Brummels,
A Certain Ratio,
Unwound,
R.M.O.,
the Germs,
Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
The Remains,
China Crisis,
Scientists,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
Arthur Verocai,
David McCallum,
Make Up,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eve St. Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Accadde A,
Bauhaus,
Pere Ubu,
The Fall,
X-102,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
Altered Images,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABBA,
Agent Orange,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Finger,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.