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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grime 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Scientists,
ABC,
The Gun Club,
Marmalade,
Crooked Eye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Massinfluence,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Almond,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
UT,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brick,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Hood,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scion,
Lyres,
Sixth Finger,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
The Red Krayola,
Pylon,
Rosa Yemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Beau Brummels,
Q and Not U,
Siglo XX,
Man Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Country Teasers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
Soft Machine,
Marine Girls,
Adolescents,
a-ha,
The Fall,
X-102,
Fela Kuti,
Kurtis Blow,
Severed Heads,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.