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 Italy and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Move to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Cure,
Banda Bassotti,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Yellowson,
Ponytail,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Associates,
Brand Nubian,
Infiniti,
Barry Ungar,
Moebius,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tubeway Army,
Sister Nancy,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
Tommy Roe,
The Wake,
Eddi Front,
Dennis Brown,
Nirvana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Remains,
Delta 5,
Bill Wells,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Franke,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Evens,
Henry Cow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Cell,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Circle Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lakeside,
Arab on Radar,
Television Personalities,
Deadbeat,
The Leaves,
The Divine Comedy,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
T. Rex,
Byron Stingily,
Animal Collective,
Masters at Work,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fat Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.