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 Venezuela and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Schoolly D to the funk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cramps,
Sandy B,
New Order,
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
The Velvet Underground,
Lee Hazlewood,
Qualms,
Procol Harum,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aloha Tigers,
Lindisfarne,
Wally Richardson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
Davy DMX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Altered Images,
Susan Cadogan,
T. Rex,
Bad Manners,
Rekid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Index,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Make Up,
The Wake,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
Fad Gadget,
Prince Buster,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
Blancmange,
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Subhumans,
Masters at Work,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Finger,
June Days,
The Offenders,
Flash Fearless,
The United States of America,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
New York Dolls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris Corsano,
Talk Talk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
Wings,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.