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 Pakistan and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Zero Boys to the grunge 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Dead C,
Gong,
Vladislav Delay,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Lynne,
Arcadia,
Lyres,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unwound,
Oblivians,
Hoover,
the Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
ABC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Enemy,
Guru Guru,
The Music Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
L. Decosne,
Spoonie Gee,
Half Japanese,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris Corsano,
The Happenings,
JFA,
Freddie Wadling,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tommy Roe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Patti Smith,
Cymande,
The Cure,
Fear,
Lungfish,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Green,
X-102,
Urselle,
Cybotron,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
Piero Umiliani,
Underground Resistance,
Black Sheep,
Bronski Beat,
Essential Logic,
Joyce Sims,
Sound Behaviour,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heaven 17,
Unrelated Segments,
The Busters,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.