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 Niger and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ponytail to the punk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Radio Birdman,
Scrapy,
The Fuzztones,
The Toasters,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
Scientists,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Parry Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
Rapeman,
the Association,
a-ha,
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
the Bar-Kays,
Pere Ubu,
Black Flag,
Magazine,
Inner City,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerri Chandler,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
Maleditus Sound,
Make Up,
Flipper,
Eve St. Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tres Demented,
Fear,
Byron Stingily,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
MC5,
Ornette Coleman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crooked Eye,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Bad Manners,
The Buckinghams,
Vainqueur,
The Tremeloes,
Yazoo,
Essential Logic,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.