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 Mexico and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monochrome Set,
Harry Pussy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ice-T,
The Music Machine,
Agent Orange,
The Trojans,
The Residents,
Darondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cure,
Laurel Aitken,
Bush Tetras,
The Fall,
Connie Case,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crash Course in Science,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Lynne,
Infiniti,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Cheater Slicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Malaria!,
the Germs,
Nirvana,
Wasted Youth,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade,
Procol Harum,
The Tremeloes,
The Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
Negative Approach,
Subhumans,
Crime,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Pus,
David McCallum,
Roxette,
Tim Buckley,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Steve Hackett,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.