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 Cyprus and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Junior Murvin to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
The Busters,
The Remains,
Godley & Creme,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Swans,
Aswad,
Fat Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet,
China Crisis,
Franke,
Bush Tetras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxette,
Arthur Verocai,
Aloha Tigers,
The Divine Comedy,
Tres Demented,
Juan Atkins,
Roxy Music,
The J.B.'s,
Wings,
Moby Grape,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
Parry Music,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Near,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gap Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
UT,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Make Up,
Gong,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
Boz Scaggs,
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
Sexual Harrassment,
Henry Cow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Al Stewart,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eurythmics,
Mantronix,
The Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Mandrill,
The Young Rascals,
Severed Heads,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.