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 Mauritius and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Livin' Joy to the grime 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 snare 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Pantytec,
The Cure,
Ultra Naté,
Judy Mowatt,
Heaven 17,
Howard Jones,
Infiniti,
Unwound,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
Oneida,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
Fugazi,
Marshall Jefferson,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
Mission of Burma,
The Human League,
Harmonia,
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
Faraquet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sister Nancy,
Bush Tetras,
Thee Headcoats,
Magma,
Chris & Cosey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grauzone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mark Hollis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang On A Can,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
Half Japanese,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Wells,
Groovy Waters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
Pagans,
Das Ding,
Wings,
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Joey Negro,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.