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 New Zealand and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 James White and The Blacks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
the Germs,
Tres Demented,
Ultra Naté,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blackbyrds,
The Tremeloes,
Spoonie Gee,
T.S.O.L.,
Half Japanese,
Yellowson,
Swans,
Deakin,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
Roxette,
Ice-T,
Youth Brigade,
Alphaville,
Dawn Penn,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
Urselle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
Howard Jones,
Connie Case,
Girls At Our Best!,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacques Brel,
Technova,
Trumans Water,
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bush Tetras,
The Gap Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Don Cherry,
Soul II Soul,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.