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 Ecuador and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 K-Klass to the disco 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Al Stewart,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suburban Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Los Fastidios,
Barrington Levy,
Franke,
Infiniti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
E-Dancer,
The Litter,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Clarke,
Average White Band,
Delta 5,
Lalann,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacob Miller,
Kas Product,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
Popol Vuh,
Newcleus,
Althea and Donna,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick May,
Cal Tjader,
The Monks,
MDC,
Lou Christie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spandau Ballet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MC5,
Yaz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Todd Rundgren,
Mantronix,
X-101,
Pulsallama,
Trumans Water,
Suicide,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Little Man,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.