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 Maldives and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Boz Scaggs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Heaven 17,
Monks,
Model 500,
Goldenarms,
Sex Pistols,
The Young Rascals,
Alphaville,
John Foxx,
Laurel Aitken,
Mission of Burma,
Danielle Patucci,
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich,
Thompson Twins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick May,
Kenny Larkin,
The Standells,
Gichy Dan,
Q65,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Terry,
The Golliwogs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Desert Stars,
The Human League,
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls,
Skriet,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Durutti Column,
K-Klass,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Subhumans,
Letta Mbulu,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra,
Loose Ends,
Dawn Penn,
The Tremeloes,
Warsaw,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monolake,
Tommy Roe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skaos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swans,
Carl Craig,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.