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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bang On A Can to the techno 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Pantytec,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
Khruangbin,
Bob Dylan,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cramps,
The Move,
Dual Sessions,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donald Byrd,
Drexciya,
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus,
Eddi Front,
Cybotron,
Fluxion,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
World's Most,
Henry Cow,
The Gap Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Colin Newman,
The Monks,
Skaos,
Faraquet,
Trumans Water,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
Zero Boys,
EPMD,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
Fear,
Goldenarms,
The Buckinghams,
Reuben Wilson,
The United States of America,
Sandy B,
FM Einheit,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reagan Youth,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
Black Pus,
Joensuu 1685,
Spoonie Gee,
H. Thieme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.