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 Bahamas and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stereo Dub to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and an organ 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Gong,
Thee Headcoats,
Sixth Finger,
Siglo XX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Deepchord,
Amazonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Motions,
Thompson Twins,
Henry Cow,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arthur Verocai,
The Stooges,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pretty Things,
The Dead C,
Sparks,
Technova,
Theoretical Girls,
Clear Light,
Fela Kuti,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
Eric Dolphy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
Harmonia,
David McCallum,
Severed Heads,
Ice-T,
Rapeman,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
The Sonics,
Hardrive,
The Slackers,
Connie Case,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
Maurizio,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
The Gories,
Bob Dylan,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.