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 Paraguay and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Velvet Underground to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Pussy Galore,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Leonard Cohen,
Lower 48,
Fluxion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül,
Glenn Branca,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hardrive,
Jeff Lynne,
Sarah Menescal,
Intrusion,
Flipper,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reuben Wilson,
Barbara Tucker,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Starr,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mr. Review,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
Public Enemy,
The Pretty Things,
the Germs,
Circle Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Osbourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord,
Suburban Knight,
Ronan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agitation Free,
The Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Rapeman,
E-Dancer,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Christie,
Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
Judy Mowatt,
X-Ray Spex,
L. Decosne,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.