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 Liberia and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Desert Stars to the disco 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Organ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angry Samoans,
Bronski Beat,
Mad Mike,
John Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Durutti Column,
Laurel Aitken,
The Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erasure,
PIL,
The Birthday Party,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantaleimon,
Quando Quango,
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camouflage,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
Harmonia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doors,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonic Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
The Evens,
Marc Almond,
The Young Rascals,
Bad Manners,
The Trojans,
Qualms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marmalade,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Victims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultravox,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radio Birdman,
The Litter,
Technova,
Blancmange,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Janne Schatter,
New Age Steppers,
the Germs,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.