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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nik Kershaw to the disco 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Juan Atkins,
Deakin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
Trumans Water,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Henry Cow,
The Offenders,
Delta 5,
The Neon Judgement,
Symarip,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Skatalites,
Gichy Dan,
UT,
Warren Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Count Five,
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kas Product,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lindisfarne,
The Last Poets,
Minnie Riperton,
Schoolly D,
Marine Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Duran Duran,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smiths,
Mars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Easy Going,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker,
Blancmange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.