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 Guatemala and from London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 the Fania All-Stars 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 clarinet and a snare 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?
Agitation Free,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slave,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Style,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station,
Model 500,
The Detroit Cobras,
KRS-One,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols,
New Order,
Josef K,
Sällskapet,
Don Cherry,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nas,
Alison Limerick,
The Pretty Things,
Pussy Galore,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eurythmics,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
H. Thieme,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
Audionom,
Cameo,
Aaron Thompson,
Swell Maps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
The Fall,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.