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 Tanzania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gabor Szabo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Goldenarms,
Easy Going,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amazonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
Mad Mike,
Henry Cow,
Procol Harum,
Scratch Acid,
Flipper,
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams,
The Pop Group,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Intrusion,
The Modern Lovers,
KRS-One,
Crime,
Black Moon,
Urselle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liliput,
Andrew Hill,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green,
Cameo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Althea and Donna,
The Searchers,
Babytalk,
Joyce Sims,
Scientists,
The Index,
These Immortal Souls,
UT,
Eden Ahbez,
Magazine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
E-Dancer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Martian,
Lalann,
Ken Boothe,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.