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 Tajikistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yaz to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock,
Supertramp,
Circle Jerks,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
The Divine Comedy,
Quadrant,
Alison Limerick,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terry Callier,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
Derrick May,
The Count Five,
Zapp,
Yaz,
Delta 5,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
Janne Schatter,
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
James White and The Blacks,
Godley & Creme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neu!,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
Lakeside,
The Smoke,
New Age Steppers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
ABBA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bronski Beat,
Brand Nubian,
Ken Boothe,
Sister Nancy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skriet,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mary Jane Girls,
Make Up,
David Axelrod,
Cameo,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.