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 Ghana and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Arab on Radar to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Bluetip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sällskapet,
Visage,
Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funkadelic,
Graham Central Station,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Almond,
Adolescents,
Crash Course in Science,
Lower 48,
World's Most,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rapeman,
Half Japanese,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
JFA,
Blake Baxter,
Schoolly D,
Supertramp,
Loose Ends,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Flag,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faust,
Severed Heads,
Dual Sessions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radio Birdman,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band,
The Remains,
Slave,
Siglo XX,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.