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 Croatia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
Stetsasonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Eddi Front,
Niagra,
Sonic Youth,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Duran Duran,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
Derrick May,
Symarip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
MDC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Patti Smith,
Flash Fearless,
The Red Krayola,
Arthur Verocai,
Suburban Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
Oblivians,
The Selecter,
Lalann,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Das Ding,
T. Rex,
Livin' Joy,
Scientists,
June Days,
Surgeon,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yusef Lateef,
UT,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nils Olav,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Sherman,
The Trojans,
Skarface,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.