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 Mongolia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oblivians to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Smoke,
Derrick May,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Leaves,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Count Five,
Dennis Brown,
The Pop Group,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cybotron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liliput,
Babytalk,
Wolf Eyes,
Cecil Taylor,
In Retrospect,
Ultravox,
Pierre Henry,
Q65,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minutemen,
Don Cherry,
Kool Moe Dee,
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
Second Layer,
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
Duran Duran,
The Dirtbombs,
Television,
The Young Rascals,
Cal Tjader,
Sixth Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
Ohio Players,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skarface,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.