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 Guatemala and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 H. Thieme to the rock 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
John Holt,
Jeff Mills,
Qualms,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slackers,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
Lindisfarne,
Ituana,
Black Sheep,
The Real Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Scrapy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
Negative Approach,
Von Mondo,
Intrusion,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-102,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Y Pants,
Marine Girls,
Man Parrish,
Kas Product,
Skarface,
Scan 7,
Black Flag,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
La Düsseldorf,
10cc,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Judy Mowatt,
Nirvana,
Underground Resistance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pagans,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fugs,
Robert Hood,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Enemy,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
the Germs,
Nik Kershaw,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.