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 Azerbaijan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Scrapy to the dance 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Bourne,
Kas Product,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Misunderstood,
Nico,
Fat Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q and Not U,
The Velvet Underground,
Easy Going,
Lou Christie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Massinfluence,
The Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
Section 25,
Monks,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liliput,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Simply Red,
The Litter,
Skarface,
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
Dave Gahan,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
the Slits,
Todd Terry,
Parry Music,
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
The Techniques,
Banda Bassotti,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Dolphy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.