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 Greece and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Public Enemy to the crunk 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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Surgeon,
Gang Green,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Wasted Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quadrant,
Grey Daturas,
Sparks,
Fat Boys,
Lyres,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crime,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
Sight & Sound,
The Doors,
The Leaves,
Deadbeat,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rapeman,
Brothers Johnson,
Ituana,
The Velvet Underground,
EPMD,
Letta Mbulu,
Jandek,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
The Skatalites,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donald Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Susan Cadogan,
The Beau Brummels,
Bush Tetras,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
Gichy Dan,
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
The Monochrome Set,
Anakelly,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
Peter and Kerry,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.