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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 B.T. Express to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Slave,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
This Heat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Buzzcocks,
The Last Poets,
Audionom,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smoke,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Christie,
Subhumans,
Shuggie Otis,
June Days,
New Order,
Arab on Radar,
Warren Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oblivians,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
Talk Talk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Motions,
The Trojans,
Scan 7,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Janne Schatter,
K-Klass,
D'Angelo,
Glenn Branca,
Lightning Bolt,
These Immortal Souls,
Arthur Verocai,
Crime,
Davy DMX,
Khruangbin,
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
The Invisible,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
The Cure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mission of Burma,
Clear Light,
The Buckinghams,
Ultra Naté,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.