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 Malawi and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pole to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Althea and Donna,
U.S. Maple,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pagans,
Arcadia,
The Smoke,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker,
Mr. Review,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bad Manners,
Lindisfarne,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Lyres,
Niagra,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bluetip,
Blancmange,
Tim Buckley,
Henry Cow,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wire,
The Techniques,
LL Cool J,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quantec,
Bush Tetras,
The Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scientists,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
Minutemen,
Mandrill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
Zapp,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
Television Personalities,
Gong,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.