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 Spain and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 U.S. Maple to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
The Litter,
Liliput,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Technova,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Mars,
Josef K,
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxette,
Q65,
Wings,
Siglo XX,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Young Rascals,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
Boredoms,
China Crisis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
New York Dolls,
The Walker Brothers,
Parry Music,
Japan,
Skarface,
Nas,
the Germs,
Funkadelic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monks,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
Fatback Band,
T. Rex,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quando Quango,
the Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
The Golliwogs,
Sex Pistols,
48th St. Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Toasters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Iggy Pop,
The Fuzztones,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.