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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Traffic Nightmare to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
PIL,
Eli Mardock,
The Misunderstood,
The Remains,
Byron Stingily,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nico,
Duran Duran,
Gang of Four,
Model 500,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warsaw,
Pulsallama,
Aswad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Section 25,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ponytail,
Smog,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
Mr. Review,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
The Victims,
Radio Birdman,
Josef K,
Arcadia,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry's Kids,
Pylon,
Swans,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Womack,
X-101,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Faraquet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Modern Lovers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Severed Heads,
Chris & Cosey,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.