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 Sierra Leone and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the crunk 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris Corsano,
Unwound,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cluster,
Inner City,
Scientists,
Second Layer,
Duran Duran,
Brass Construction,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gabor Szabo,
Sight & Sound,
The Smiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
World's Most,
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Main Source,
Colin Newman,
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
Kas Product,
Ralphi Rosario,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Lungfish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Morten Harket,
The Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
The Young Rascals,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Clarke,
Davy DMX,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.