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 Burkina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Pere Ubu to the funk 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
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 Chocolate Watch Band,
Zapp,
Roxy Music,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Divine Comedy,
Oneida,
Babytalk,
the Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango,
The Happenings,
Qualms,
the Normal,
The Mummies,
Wally Richardson,
Au Pairs,
The Red Krayola,
The Alarm Clocks,
Niagra,
Fatback Band,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül,
Liliput,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gregory Isaacs,
The J.B.'s,
Boredoms,
10cc,
Oblivians,
Moby Grape,
Connie Case,
Fluxion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronan,
Andrew Hill,
Kerri Chandler,
Joyce Sims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Interpol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
David Bowie,
Nick Fraelich,
The Toasters,
Chrome,
Zero Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Television,
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.