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 Poland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 AZ to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rotary Connection,
Aural Exciters,
Tears for Fears,
X-101,
Goldenarms,
Marvin Gaye,
Darondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q and Not U,
The Gories,
Sonny Sharrock,
Accadde A,
Dennis Brown,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alphaville,
Soft Machine,
Josef K,
Ohio Players,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronan,
The American Breed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funkadelic,
Q65,
Nils Olav,
Dark Day,
Harmonia,
Khruangbin,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Susan Cadogan,
Technova,
Agitation Free,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hardrive,
The Young Rascals,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.