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 Turkmenistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Blackbyrds to the electroclash 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 arpeggiator and an oboe 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terry Callier,
Little Man,
Steve Hackett,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
The Misunderstood,
Minny Pops,
Von Mondo,
Albert Ayler,
Iggy Pop,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
cv313,
The Smiths,
Prince Buster,
10cc,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cramps,
Gong,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
The Fortunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Age Steppers,
Underground Resistance,
Deadbeat,
Crash Course in Science,
Leonard Cohen,
Colin Newman,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Style,
UT,
Section 25,
Gang of Four,
Scrapy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Agent Orange,
Arcadia,
The Real Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Half Japanese,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Janne Schatter,
Spandau Ballet,
X-102,
Erykah Badu,
Anthony Braxton,
These Immortal Souls,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.