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 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Arab on Radar to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy Collins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
World's Most,
the Swans,
Black Sheep,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed,
Nas,
Chrome,
Yellowson,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
Buzzcocks,
Cal Tjader,
The Durutti Column,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joy Division,
Circle Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronnie Foster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Charles Mingus,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smoke,
Excepter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Susan Cadogan,
Kaleidoscope,
Ponytail,
Barrington Levy,
Q65,
Brick,
Marvin Gaye,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
Jacob Miller,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scratch Acid,
Warsaw,
Accadde A,
Rod Modell,
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.