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 Tajikistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moody Blues to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Alice Coltrane,
The Saints,
Suburban Knight,
The Selecter,
Popol Vuh,
The Searchers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras,
Peter and Kerry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hardrive,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronnie Foster,
Loose Ends,
Sällskapet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Skriet,
the Germs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
New York Dolls,
the Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Man Eating Sloth,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Association,
Malaria!,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
The Slackers,
Eddi Front,
Skarface,
Organ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Almond,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
Sandy B,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gap Band,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visage,
D'Angelo,
The Grass Roots,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.