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 Turkmenistan and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terry Callier to the grunge 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
Nick Fraelich,
Kenny Larkin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Davy DMX,
Darondo,
David Axelrod,
OOIOO,
Procol Harum,
Wasted Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Rakim,
Pole,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick Morgan,
Eurythmics,
Liliput,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Junior Murvin,
Nico,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arab on Radar,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
Ossler,
The Remains,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
LL Cool J,
Donald Byrd,
Brass Construction,
The Cramps,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
Model 500,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Sight & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Clear Light,
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.