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 United States and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry's Kids to the disco 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sparks,
Franke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grauzone,
Boz Scaggs,
Trumans Water,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harry Pussy,
Ronnie Foster,
Wire,
Barbara Tucker,
Bronski Beat,
Black Pus,
kango's stein massive,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
Stereo Dub,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
Faraquet,
Mantronix,
Quadrant,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan,
The Five Americans,
Erasure,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aswad,
PIL,
Patti Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delta 5,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echospace,
MC5,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lakeside,
The Trojans,
Cecil Taylor,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül II,
Scion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.