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 Costa Rica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 a-ha to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Count Five,
The Cowsills,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
X-102,
Chrome,
Tears for Fears,
John Lydon,
Graham Central Station,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
Tim Buckley,
Camouflage,
Todd Terry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tom Boy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Althea and Donna,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blancmange,
Man Parrish,
Aswad,
Kayak,
Angry Samoans,
E-Dancer,
Essential Logic,
Mars,
Lucky Dragons,
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs,
Cameo,
Radio Birdman,
Unrelated Segments,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Certain Ratio,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Happenings,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
Connie Case,
Ronan,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.