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 Japan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 cv313 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 electroclash 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun City Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Malaria!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Blossom Toes,
B.T. Express,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Flag,
Sparks,
The Victims,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Music Machine,
Boredoms,
Amazonics,
Public Enemy,
Michelle Simonal,
Zero Boys,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blake Baxter,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young,
Mars,
Stetsasonic,
Bang On A Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
Black Sheep,
Q65,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
Panda Bear,
Black Moon,
The Litter,
The Evens,
China Crisis,
Eli Mardock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Quando Quango,
Black Pus,
Camouflage,
Fad Gadget,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.