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 Austria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Soul II Soul to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Crime,
Kevin Saunderson,
Urselle,
Suburban Knight,
The Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Don Cherry,
Ultravox,
Aswad,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Magazine,
Inner City,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
the Association,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
These Immortal Souls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Livin' Joy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cluster,
Josef K,
MC5,
Oneida,
The Birthday Party,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Neon Judgement,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Subhumans,
Neu!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker,
Metal Thangz,
Silicon Teens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Saccharine Trust,
Accadde A,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix,
Cymande,
Cameo,
Massinfluence,
Tim Buckley,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Associates,
Hardrive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.