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 Iran and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Mr. Review to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
Q65,
Yazoo,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Pus,
The Raincoats,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Magma,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
Skarface,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
Leonard Cohen,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blake Baxter,
The Mummies,
Crash Course in Science,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
Inner City,
Index,
Technova,
Sun City Girls,
the Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Trojans,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
Sound Behaviour,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
X-Ray Spex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warren Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Clarke,
John Cale,
Gong,
U.S. Maple,
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things,
Eric B and Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Con Funk Shun,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.