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 Sudan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Man Parrish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones,
Letta Mbulu,
The Residents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Machine,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
Alphaville,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Sight & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Excepter,
Kerri Chandler,
Loose Ends,
John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones,
Monolake,
Adolescents,
the Germs,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Make Up,
Janne Schatter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deakin,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dead C,
Dave Gahan,
Harmonia,
The Monochrome Set,
Anakelly,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
Bronski Beat,
Icehouse,
Skaos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tom Boy,
Negative Approach,
Arab on Radar,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erasure,
Underground Resistance,
Steve Hackett,
Ossler,
Scion,
Sun City Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.