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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Stockholm Monsters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Flipper,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pierre Henry,
Gichy Dan,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
Dead Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico,
Joey Negro,
Ice-T,
Brass Construction,
The Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Newcleus,
Severed Heads,
Kerri Chandler,
F. McDonald,
The Trojans,
Deakin,
Malaria!,
Guru Guru,
Blake Baxter,
The Music Machine,
the Association,
Maurizio,
Hashim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rufus Thomas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
L. Decosne,
Rod Modell,
The Dead C,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scion,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Henry Cow,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.