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 Equatorial Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jesper Dahlback to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 snare and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Bluetip,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vladislav Delay,
Boz Scaggs,
Animal Collective,
The Gun Club,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
Loose Ends,
The Names,
Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agent Orange,
Sandy B,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Almond,
Yazoo,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Procol Harum,
Japan,
The Velvet Underground,
Anakelly,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Josef K,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Prince Buster,
Ultra Naté,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warren Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barbara Tucker,
Boredoms,
Quadrant,
Silicon Teens,
The Wake,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.