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 Sri Lanka and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Cal Tjader to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doors,
Sex Pistols,
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
The Cramps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Halsall,
Liliput,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Bourne,
MDC,
Thee Headcoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
Talk Talk,
The Velvet Underground,
Camouflage,
DJ Style,
Technova,
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ponytail,
PIL,
Magma,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
Charles Mingus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Steve Hackett,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronnie Foster,
48th St. Collective,
Lyres,
Suicide,
Alice Coltrane,
Boredoms,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.