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 Cameroon and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deepchord to the rock 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 chamberlin and a theremin 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy Collins,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gladiators,
Audionom,
Judy Mowatt,
Ossler,
Monolake,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Harmonia,
The New Christs,
Siglo XX,
MDC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Organ,
Arab on Radar,
Ronan,
Cymande,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monks,
Deadbeat,
AZ,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Moon,
The Pop Group,
Agent Orange,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
The Residents,
UT,
Simply Red,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Crooked Eye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Juan Atkins,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
Panda Bear,
Erykah Badu,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Halsall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Davy DMX,
Wally Richardson,
Mad Mike,
The Fuzztones,
Oneida,
The Blues Magoos,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Teasers,
La Düsseldorf,
Marcia Griffiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flipper,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.