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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tom Boy to the grunge 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Terry Callier,
Gabor Szabo,
The Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
Depeche Mode,
Nico,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
Derrick May,
Barbara Tucker,
Royal Trux,
The Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Spoonie Gee,
Deepchord,
These Immortal Souls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
H. Thieme,
Quadrant,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
Massinfluence,
Lungfish,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
The Black Dice,
The Dirtbombs,
Half Japanese,
Max Romeo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
Jandek,
The Dead C,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rites of Spring,
UT,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
Ohio Players,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
June Days,
Ornette Coleman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.