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 Bahamas and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 The Velvet Underground to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
Pet Shop Boys,
Animal Collective,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
Sex Pistols,
Alison Limerick,
Roxette,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Buckinghams,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bronski Beat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Black Pus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marvin Gaye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Junior Murvin,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young,
Q65,
Lucky Dragons,
E-Dancer,
Ponytail,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Zeros,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
Erykah Badu,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
Index,
MC5,
L. Decosne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Sneak,
Monolake,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Popol Vuh,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.