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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Robert Hood to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Television Personalities,
The Neon Judgement,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moss Icon,
The Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Panda Bear,
The Grass Roots,
The Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Darondo,
The Victims,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
Intrusion,
The Associates,
Graham Central Station,
kango's stein massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Invisible,
Sex Pistols,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
JFA,
The Last Poets,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
The Misunderstood,
Pere Ubu,
Slave,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Simply Red,
The Names,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pretty Things,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terry Callier,
Robert Görl,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
Kenny Larkin,
Cameo,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
Excepter,
Quando Quango,
X-101,
Leonard Cohen,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang On A Can,
Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.