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 Serbia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Alarm Clocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Flipper,
The Cramps,
Royal Trux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne,
The Buckinghams,
Slick Rick,
DJ Style,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Marine Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Steve Hackett,
Con Funk Shun,
Inner City,
Bill Wells,
a-ha,
Moebius,
Pussy Galore,
Josef K,
the Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Leaves,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins,
China Crisis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DNA,
The Happenings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
the Sonics,
Arcadia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish,
Franke,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
The Last Poets,
The Golliwogs,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.