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 South Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Minor Threat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Rosa Yemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
The Selecter,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Kinks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Move,
Slave,
Letta Mbulu,
The Zeros,
The Skatalites,
Alton Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Unrelated Segments,
The Last Poets,
Altered Images,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Colin Newman,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
The Mummies,
Neil Young,
Warren Ellis,
Yellowson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ludus,
Bill Wells,
The Stooges,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
One Last Wish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT,
The Human League,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
Bob Dylan,
Scratch Acid,
Basic Channel,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Accadde A,
Ice-T,
Steve Hackett,
The Sonics,
Rekid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.