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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Grass Roots to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skaos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Görl,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
Laurel Aitken,
Ralphi Rosario,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crooked Eye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joensuu 1685,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Model 500,
X-101,
The Standells,
Suburban Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liliput,
the Bar-Kays,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxette,
K-Klass,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
The Stooges,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
Reuben Wilson,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
The Saints,
Mantronix,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Loose Ends,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Style,
Mark Hollis,
U.S. Maple,
Neu!,
New Order,
Sugar Minott,
The Velvet Underground,
Scratch Acid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mary Jane Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
Ken Boothe,
The Birthday Party,
John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.