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 Chile and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pop Group to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Skriet,
Intrusion,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joensuu 1685,
Hoover,
Trumans Water,
Barbara Tucker,
David McCallum,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
Max Romeo,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
Agitation Free,
Talk Talk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kurtis Blow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacques Brel,
Yellowson,
Jerry's Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
The Shadows of Knight,
Parry Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unwound,
Drexciya,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps,
Brick,
Prince Buster,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
Spandau Ballet,
Loose Ends,
Don Cherry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos,
Soulsonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
Spoonie Gee,
Easy Going,
Simply Red,
Mantronix,
Can,
The Move,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.