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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 a-ha to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Niagra,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
Pylon,
The Gladiators,
Ohio Players,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Moon,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Ronan,
Theoretical Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siglo XX,
Ultra Naté,
Rotary Connection,
Morten Harket,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Pus,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Velvet Underground,
Technova,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alphaville,
Jeff Mills,
The Durutti Column,
Clear Light,
Schoolly D,
The Victims,
Quando Quango,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
U.S. Maple,
Arab on Radar,
Yellowson,
Bush Tetras,
In Retrospect,
The Searchers,
Graham Central Station,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Sight & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Fatback Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Desert Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.