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 East Timor and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Delta 5 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
La Düsseldorf,
Nirvana,
Aloha Tigers,
Eden Ahbez,
Danielle Patucci,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry's Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Erykah Badu,
The Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Lynne,
Sugar Minott,
Ronnie Foster,
The Real Kids,
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
Hardrive,
Ludus,
Yazoo,
AZ,
UT,
Sister Nancy,
Wolf Eyes,
Nas,
Crime,
The Busters,
Dennis Brown,
Scion,
the Association,
Colin Newman,
Fat Boys,
The Standells,
Gichy Dan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
The Dead C,
Isaac Hayes,
Henry Cow,
Archie Shepp,
Alton Ellis,
The Offenders,
The Black Dice,
ABC,
Surgeon,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Flag,
Soft Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cal Tjader,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.