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 Cambodia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cymande to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a guitar 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Loose Ends,
Albert Ayler,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu,
The Buckinghams,
Dennis Brown,
The United States of America,
Whodini,
The Martian,
Wings,
Jeff Mills,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donald Byrd,
Technova,
Yellowson,
Scion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains,
The Grass Roots,
The Offenders,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echospace,
Adolescents,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
Black Bananas,
David McCallum,
Roger Hodgson,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Brick,
Oneida,
Ossler,
The Slackers,
The Index,
The Selecter,
Pantytec,
In Retrospect,
The Gun Club,
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Toasters,
The Move,
Delta 5,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siglo XX,
Cal Tjader,
Sandy B,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.