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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barbara Tucker to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a synthesizer and an organ 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Neu!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Searchers,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultravox,
Bauhaus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
Chris Corsano,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
Minor Threat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Fatback Band,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
the Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
Easy Going,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
The Happenings,
Surgeon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Josef K,
Agitation Free,
The Smoke,
Bootsy Collins,
Q65,
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
Toni Rubio,
Eli Mardock,
Nik Kershaw,
The Raincoats,
Newcleus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
Crash Course in Science,
Laurel Aitken,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.