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 Thailand and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABBA,
The Mummies,
Skarface,
Khruangbin,
In Retrospect,
Angry Samoans,
Outsiders,
Wolf Eyes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Basic Channel,
Talk Talk,
the Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Victims,
Man Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
The Red Krayola,
Flamin' Groovies,
Surgeon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
Television Personalities,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
Morten Harket,
Carl Craig,
Cybotron,
Smog,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Inner City,
Black Pus,
The Last Poets,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultravox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare,
Average White Band,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
R.M.O.,
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily,
Lalann,
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
Circle Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Charles Mingus,
Michelle Simonal,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.