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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Wells,
The Music Machine,
Television,
Metal Thangz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Rotary Connection,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arcadia,
Scion,
Peter & Gordon,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
Patti Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Birthday Party,
Qualms,
JFA,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Neon Judgement,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
These Immortal Souls,
The Raincoats,
Easy Going,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
Rod Modell,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
The Cure,
Intrusion,
Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
The Pretty Things,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
a-ha,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aloha Tigers,
The Walker Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacob Miller,
Al Stewart,
DJ Sneak,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.