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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the punk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lower 48,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
H. Thieme,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
Aaron Thompson,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
Los Fastidios,
Livin' Joy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fire Engines,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
Scott Walker,
Warren Ellis,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pop Group,
The Blackbyrds,
The Associates,
The Knickerbockers,
R.M.O.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mars,
E-Dancer,
The Trojans,
The Birthday Party,
Ponytail,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronan,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Erykah Badu,
Organ,
Thee Headcoats,
DNA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
Hoover,
The Smoke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.