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 Colombia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Eurythmics to the disco 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Remains,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Josef K,
Wire,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
Faraquet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispy Ambulance,
Circle Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
In Retrospect,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
Black Bananas,
Darondo,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick May,
The Real Kids,
Amazonics,
Sight & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terry Callier,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
Q65,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fortunes,
Liliput,
Saccharine Trust,
Fluxion,
The Monks,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masters at Work,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shoche,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.