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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fugs to the jazz 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rites of Spring,
Al Stewart,
Iggy Pop,
Kevin Saunderson,
Massinfluence,
The Dirtbombs,
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronan,
Flash Fearless,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
Faraquet,
ABBA,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Bananas,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
DNA,
The Trojans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Tears for Fears,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sällskapet,
Archie Shepp,
The Smiths,
Slick Rick,
Crooked Eye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funkadelic,
Joe Finger,
Khruangbin,
The Move,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Music Machine,
Bill Near,
Johnny Clarke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.