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 Israel and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Wolf Eyes to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wire,
Franke,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantaleimon,
June of 44,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Porter Ricks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television Personalities,
The Selecter,
Max Romeo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
Gichy Dan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Supertramp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Symarip,
Sarah Menescal,
Ituana,
Byron Stingily,
The Dead C,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gories,
Fela Kuti,
The Golliwogs,
Icehouse,
Mad Mike,
Brass Construction,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Womack,
Marvin Gaye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joy Division,
Magma,
Idris Muhammad,
Erykah Badu,
Eve St. Jones,
Japan,
ABC,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
The Evens,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.