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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 cv313 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harry Pussy,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ice-T,
Oneida,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slits,
Subhumans,
Altered Images,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mojo Men,
The Victims,
The Birthday Party,
Index,
The Pop Group,
Organ,
The Grass Roots,
K-Klass,
Man Parrish,
Slick Rick,
10cc,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
Scientists,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dark Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
cv313,
Eric Dolphy,
Cymande,
Oblivians,
Wasted Youth,
Desert Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Ludus,
Banda Bassotti,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
Animal Collective,
Wings,
Ultra Naté,
Inner City,
The Blues Magoos,
Porter Ricks,
Shuggie Otis,
Siglo XX,
Sex Pistols,
Ituana,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.