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 Antigua and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Eddi Front to the jazz 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gap Band,
Brand Nubian,
Audionom,
Qualms,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Walker Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The American Breed,
Nirvana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Faust,
Alphaville,
Glenn Branca,
The Litter,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
Warsaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ohio Players,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
Sun City Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
The Residents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiohead,
Severed Heads,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Adolescents,
These Immortal Souls,
Cameo,
Ultra Naté,
Simply Red,
Gichy Dan,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
Visage,
Black Pus,
Aural Exciters,
Freddie Wadling,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims,
Can,
Darondo,
Accadde A,
The Motions,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.