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 Maldives and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lebanon Hanover to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oneida,
Shoche,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fugs,
Shuggie Otis,
The Barracudas,
Wire,
Goldenarms,
Sun City Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Joensuu 1685,
Dawn Penn,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Velvet Underground,
China Crisis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
ABC,
The Searchers,
Slave,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Motorama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
Glenn Branca,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Cameo,
Pantaleimon,
Deadbeat,
Franke,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
World's Most,
Mission of Burma,
Stiv Bators,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Alphaville,
Al Stewart,
The Five Americans,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.