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 Malta and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Lee Hazlewood to the disco 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Amon Düül,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ituana,
Royal Trux,
Stetsasonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
48th St. Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Al Stewart,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Hood,
Essential Logic,
kango's stein massive,
The Red Krayola,
Ronnie Foster,
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultra Naté,
Alison Limerick,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
Ultravox,
Joe Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grauzone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eddi Front,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
Model 500,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
D'Angelo,
Robert Wyatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
AZ,
Grey Daturas,
Wire,
Y Pants,
Dark Day,
Half Japanese,
Wings,
The Remains,
Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
Marvin Gaye,
Cameo,
Yazoo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.