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 Pakistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Associates to the rap 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a guitar 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Joey Negro,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siglo XX,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Germs,
Pussy Galore,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
the Sonics,
Ohio Players,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camberwell Now,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
Sällskapet,
Ten City,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fuzztones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerri Chandler,
Sound Behaviour,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aloha Tigers,
Jandek,
Mars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
Country Teasers,
The Kinks,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
Amon Düül,
Soft Machine,
Sparks,
Cal Tjader,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
John Foxx,
The Toasters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
Rites of Spring,
John Holt,
Charles Mingus,
Motorama,
Lightning Bolt,
Sister Nancy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dual Sessions,
Wings,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.