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 Belize and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Bourne 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Kinks,
Sällskapet,
Blancmange,
MC5,
Arcadia,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker,
The Star Department,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Malaria!,
Mr. Review,
The Modern Lovers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gabor Szabo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
Boz Scaggs,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fluxion,
Underground Resistance,
Godley & Creme,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
48th St. Collective,
Magazine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yazoo,
the Association,
The Litter,
Shuggie Otis,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agitation Free,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Last Poets,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grauzone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joy Division,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
World's Most,
Organ,
James White and The Blacks,
La Düsseldorf,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Holt,
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
Oblivians,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.