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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rock 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Don Cherry,
Soulsonic Force,
John Holt,
Radiohead,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Machine,
The Skatalites,
the Germs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arab on Radar,
Bronski Beat,
Harry Pussy,
Ludus,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
Unrelated Segments,
LL Cool J,
Tropical Tobacco,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Grass Roots,
The Searchers,
Pagans,
OOIOO,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
These Immortal Souls,
Ossler,
La Düsseldorf,
Shuggie Otis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra,
Funky Four + One,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
the Human League,
Bush Tetras,
The Slackers,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
Audionom,
Eric Dolphy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
Little Man,
Heaven 17,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bad Manners,
Joey Negro,
The Associates,
The Music Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.