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 Venezuela and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rap 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Tommy Roe,
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
Funkadelic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Age Steppers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
Clear Light,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
Altered Images,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
Absolute Body Control,
The Walker Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Smog,
K-Klass,
Man Parrish,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
Aloha Tigers,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
Simply Red,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABBA,
Isaac Hayes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
Masters at Work,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
Mo-Dettes,
Goldenarms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siglo XX,
Inner City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hardrive,
Index,
The Slits,
John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Aswad,
Hoover,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.