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 Chile and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 New York Dolls to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
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 Alarm Clocks,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Symarip,
The Dirtbombs,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Machine,
DNA,
The Wake,
Rekid,
John Holt,
Interpol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Germs,
The Velvet Underground,
Marmalade,
Babytalk,
Pole,
The Blues Magoos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
Technova,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marvin Gaye,
Ohio Players,
Anakelly,
Man Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funky Four + One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronnie Foster,
Whodini,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Los Fastidios,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
Lungfish,
The Happenings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Saints,
Minutemen,
Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Lightning Bolt,
Livin' Joy,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.