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 Taiwan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ronan to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
Fugazi,
Skarface,
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
Bob Dylan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
The Doors,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
Babytalk,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger,
Anakelly,
The Dirtbombs,
Joey Negro,
Depeche Mode,
Crime,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Copeland,
Howard Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
Parry Music,
Dead Boys,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
FM Einheit,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hoover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scientists,
PIL,
Scratch Acid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick May,
F. McDonald,
Vladislav Delay,
Dave Gahan,
Inner City,
Joyce Sims,
Patti Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
H. Thieme,
Moebius,
Pulsallama,
the Association,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.