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 Germany and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
Rod Modell,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang On A Can,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
Peter & Gordon,
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Bar-Kays,
Gong,
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Von Mondo,
The Fugs,
Au Pairs,
Todd Rundgren,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Organ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alphaville,
The Smoke,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doors,
The Searchers,
The Standells,
The Victims,
The Cramps,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crime,
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez,
Aaron Thompson,
The Selecter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Traffic Nightmare,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.