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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deakin to the crunk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Von Mondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
Harry Pussy,
Hot Snakes,
Gichy Dan,
Nirvana,
Deakin,
Technova,
Moss Icon,
Hashim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siglo XX,
Pagans,
X-Ray Spex,
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
a-ha,
The Moody Blues,
Harmonia,
Nas,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
Jandek,
The Star Department,
Pantytec,
Scan 7,
Essential Logic,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement,
Ludus,
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang On A Can,
Japan,
Tres Demented,
Jacob Miller,
Boredoms,
Hoover,
Darondo,
The Leaves,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
Stetsasonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
These Immortal Souls,
Heaven 17,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
The Selecter,
Severed Heads,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.