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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Make Up to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pop Group,
Niagra,
Babytalk,
Qualms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young,
Swans,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter and Kerry,
The Busters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Halsall,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalann,
Monks,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roger Hodgson,
Laurel Aitken,
Fatback Band,
Ronan,
Fluxion,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doors,
Toni Rubio,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Godley & Creme,
Minnie Riperton,
X-102,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Black Dice,
Terry Callier,
ABBA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Animal Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacques Brel,
Slick Rick,
Altered Images,
Bush Tetras,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.