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 Ghana and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the dance 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
Mark Hollis,
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
ABC,
New Order,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sam Rivers,
The Zeros,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Almond,
Henry Cow,
Lower 48,
The Saints,
Eric Copeland,
The Misunderstood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aural Exciters,
Kas Product,
Chrome,
Audionom,
Warren Ellis,
Inner City,
The Angels of Light,
Godley & Creme,
The Real Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Accadde A,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
Oblivians,
The Busters,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Barracudas,
Ten City,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiohead,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
The Searchers,
Sound Behaviour,
New Age Steppers,
Ornette Coleman,
U.S. Maple,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang On A Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma,
Stetsasonic,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.