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 San Marino and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ken Boothe to the rock 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Gladiators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Kurtis Blow,
Altered Images,
Skaos,
Henry Cow,
Interpol,
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang of Four,
Erykah Badu,
L. Decosne,
Rekid,
John Cale,
The Human League,
Parry Music,
Pere Ubu,
Erasure,
Josef K,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABBA,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Mills,
Magma,
Niagra,
Motorama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Sherman,
Inner City,
Circle Jerks,
Lalann,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aloha Tigers,
Thompson Twins,
Cymande,
Radiopuhelimet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Lebanon Hanover,
Can,
The Kinks,
Quadrant,
Lyres,
Bad Manners,
Soft Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Happenings,
Flipper,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.