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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Joy Division to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Public Image Ltd.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
Oblivians,
Babytalk,
Wolf Eyes,
ABBA,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
The Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kenny Larkin,
Archie Shepp,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
Faust,
Steve Hackett,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Toasters,
Scratch Acid,
Negative Approach,
Soulsonic Force,
John Holt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q65,
Panda Bear,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nirvana,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Christie,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The American Breed,
Byron Stingily,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agent Orange,
Nas,
Iggy Pop,
The Wake,
the Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Black Pus,
Connie Case,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
Drexciya,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.