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 United States and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 The Mummies to the grime 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lungfish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Move,
Intrusion,
Clear Light,
The Vogues,
Sandy B,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Deadbeat,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pop Group,
Tres Demented,
Dark Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
Nico,
Negative Approach,
Angry Samoans,
ABBA,
The Misunderstood,
Lakeside,
cv313,
Au Pairs,
Aloha Tigers,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
Mad Mike,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fluxion,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Harry Pussy,
Ponytail,
Boz Scaggs,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Cecil Taylor,
Erasure,
The Leaves,
Grey Daturas,
Idris Muhammad,
Young Marble Giants,
LL Cool J,
Camberwell Now,
Janne Schatter,
AZ,
Newcleus,
Bronski Beat,
Gang of Four,
Yellowson,
Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monolake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.