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 Mozambique and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Black Sheep to the grime 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Wings,
John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Guru Guru,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
The Toasters,
the Swans,
Graham Central Station,
The Fall,
Darondo,
Marc Almond,
The Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Hill,
Howard Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pylon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mantronix,
The Smiths,
Rod Modell,
FM Einheit,
Peter & Gordon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Supertramp,
Eve St. Jones,
One Last Wish,
Fela Kuti,
Country Teasers,
Von Mondo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
The Fugs,
Roxette,
Section 25,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
The Gun Club,
Nick Fraelich,
Mark Hollis,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Average White Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sam Rivers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
Pagans,
The Wake,
Quantec,
Adolescents,
Porter Ricks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry's Kids,
Simply Red,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.