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 Norway and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fear,
Eden Ahbez,
Goldenarms,
Kayak,
The Saints,
Qualms,
The Grass Roots,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Television Personalities,
The Slits,
Severed Heads,
Sex Pistols,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
Make Up,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
Siglo XX,
The Toasters,
Can,
Basic Channel,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
The Vogues,
Q65,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach,
Kenny Larkin,
Kaleidoscope,
Junior Murvin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Josef K,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
Subhumans,
Altered Images,
Deepchord,
Mars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Adolescents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New York Dolls,
Hoover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
Stereo Dub,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.