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 Bangladesh and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 Jacob Miller to the grime 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Ronnie Foster,
Newcleus,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pop Group,
The Vogues,
Eurythmics,
The Fall,
Lucky Dragons,
Slave,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills,
Harry Pussy,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cramps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gladiators,
The Knickerbockers,
Cluster,
Rod Modell,
Judy Mowatt,
Mantronix,
Rosa Yemen,
Cal Tjader,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
UT,
Easy Going,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang On A Can,
Adolescents,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
World's Most,
Warsaw,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mandrill,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
Nas,
Aaron Thompson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eddi Front,
Quando Quango,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
Aloha Tigers,
Organ,
Barry Ungar,
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen,
DNA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.