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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Loose Ends to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
KRS-One,
Sister Nancy,
kango's stein massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Terry,
Joensuu 1685,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television,
Stetsasonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Schoolly D,
Ralphi Rosario,
Subhumans,
Dark Day,
One Last Wish,
Carl Craig,
John Lydon,
The Star Department,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
CMW,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
the Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABC,
The Smoke,
Wire,
Moby Grape,
Porter Ricks,
Public Enemy,
John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
The Grass Roots,
K-Klass,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
Piero Umiliani,
Groovy Waters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Goldenarms,
Ituana,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
New Order,
The Litter,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.