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 Albania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Zapp to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Tears for Fears,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Nico,
Glenn Branca,
Pylon,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio,
Pierre Henry,
The Names,
Japan,
Crooked Eye,
The United States of America,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Schoolly D,
The Martian,
Josef K,
Nick Fraelich,
La Düsseldorf,
Model 500,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Malaria!,
Ultravox,
The Pop Group,
Joensuu 1685,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dead C,
Lower 48,
Cybotron,
Agitation Free,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scrapy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
Donny Hathaway,
Minny Pops,
Dead Boys,
The Happenings,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reagan Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.