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 Fiji and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
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 rhodes 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the funk 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '60s 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blackbyrds,
UT,
Nirvana,
DNA,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs,
Suicide,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roger Hodgson,
The United States of America,
Television,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
Oblivians,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Grass Roots,
Moss Icon,
the Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Colin Newman,
Buzzcocks,
Rod Modell,
Pylon,
Maurizio,
T.S.O.L.,
MC5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
Tubeway Army,
Symarip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Evens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec,
Aswad,
Lalo Schifrin,
cv313,
Urselle,
Godley & Creme,
Roxette,
Black Sheep,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
Dual Sessions,
the Association,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.