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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marmalade to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
Barrington Levy,
Swell Maps,
Siglo XX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Residents,
Pierre Henry,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Monks,
Excepter,
The Music Machine,
Sandy B,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
Masters at Work,
Eric Dolphy,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
The Slackers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joy Division,
Parry Music,
Panda Bear,
The Offenders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Bowie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gories,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Golliwogs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jawbox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fear,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick Morgan,
Tres Demented,
Nico,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.