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 Poland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Radiopuhelimet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Arab on Radar,
Archie Shepp,
Alphaville,
Average White Band,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Letta Mbulu,
Fad Gadget,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
Ituana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pere Ubu,
Aaron Thompson,
The Music Machine,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Trojans,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
Suburban Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warren Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Rapeman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siglo XX,
Lalann,
AZ,
Robert Hood,
Theoretical Girls,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Colin Newman,
Susan Cadogan,
Erasure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
Liliput,
Hashim,
ABBA,
Depeche Mode,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.