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 Benin and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tommy Roe to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
The Gap Band,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dark Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cameo,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore,
Janne Schatter,
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bluetip,
Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Magma,
Dead Boys,
The Trojans,
Schoolly D,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
Tres Demented,
F. McDonald,
The Residents,
Roxy Music,
The Raincoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
Malaria!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Connie Case,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
PIL,
Robert Hood,
Siglo XX,
The Angels of Light,
the Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Desert Stars,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Inner City,
48th St. Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.