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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Harmonia,
Bronski Beat,
Brick,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
Section 25,
L. Decosne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantytec,
DNA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
Schoolly D,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Age Steppers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
Scientists,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
F. McDonald,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultra Naté,
Mandrill,
Suicide,
Anakelly,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Junior Murvin,
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suburban Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
Panda Bear,
The Saints,
Eric Copeland,
JFA,
Magma,
Metal Thangz,
Quando Quango,
Half Japanese,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
Pussy Galore,
ABC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quadrant,
FM Einheit,
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks,
Deepchord,
The Seeds,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.