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 Albania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 The Wake to the rock 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Altered Images,
Mandrill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unwound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crooked Eye,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade,
Index,
Fluxion,
China Crisis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grauzone,
Terry Callier,
Television Personalities,
Al Stewart,
Make Up,
Jacques Brel,
Technova,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Janne Schatter,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
Heaven 17,
Skaos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Royal Trux,
Agent Orange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
Oblivians,
Boredoms,
The Divine Comedy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cowsills,
Yellowson,
Mark Hollis,
Gang of Four,
Clear Light,
Los Fastidios,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
Arthur Verocai,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.