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 Korea North and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Whodini,
Metal Thangz,
Roxette,
The Neon Judgement,
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Absolute Body Control,
Stiv Bators,
Traffic Nightmare,
T. Rex,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
Sonic Youth,
Oblivians,
Danielle Patucci,
Nils Olav,
Brass Construction,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tommy Roe,
Bang On A Can,
Don Cherry,
In Retrospect,
Essential Logic,
Freddie Wadling,
Lebanon Hanover,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
The Birthday Party,
Ultra Naté,
Ossler,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
The Moody Blues,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Near,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Infiniti,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Graham Central Station,
Crooked Eye,
Cal Tjader,
Zero Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.