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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blancmange to the funk 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Dual Sessions,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
The Durutti Column,
Darondo,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
Aaron Thompson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yellowson,
New Order,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Machine,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape,
Faraquet,
Sixth Finger,
E-Dancer,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Oneida,
The Slackers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heaven 17,
Das Ding,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minny Pops,
Wings,
John Foxx,
Man Parrish,
Alphaville,
Easy Going,
Pere Ubu,
the Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quando Quango,
X-102,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.