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 Turkey and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Schoolly D to the rap 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an oboe 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
Pulsallama,
Jerry's Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Faraquet,
The Leaves,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
Cameo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monochrome Set,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
The Neon Judgement,
48th St. Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Wire,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Toasters,
EPMD,
The Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
Black Sheep,
Max Romeo,
Pagans,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pierre Henry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lucky Dragons,
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.