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 Thailand and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the crunk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pierre Henry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Move,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
Funky Four + One,
Reagan Youth,
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
Suicide,
The Vogues,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Cluster,
Colin Newman,
Ossler,
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
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Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronnie Foster,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Niagra,
The Cramps,
The Mummies,
Infiniti,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Axelrod,
Eurythmics,
AZ,
Black Flag,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fall,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television,
The Happenings,
Marvin Gaye,
Mars,
Lightning Bolt,
Arcadia,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.