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 Malta and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jacques Brel to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
The J.B.'s,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Fluxion,
Vainqueur,
The Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The New Christs,
Theoretical Girls,
Scrapy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
K-Klass,
Freddie Wadling,
Anakelly,
Minny Pops,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Copeland,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
Parry Music,
Sonic Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Drexciya,
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Happenings,
Agent Orange,
The Dead C,
Massinfluence,
Tears for Fears,
Minor Threat,
Sound Behaviour,
Laurel Aitken,
Morten Harket,
The Motions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rufus Thomas,
Suicide,
Maurizio,
Reuben Wilson,
Quando Quango,
Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Desert Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Sex Pistols,
Traffic Nightmare,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.