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 Haiti and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Stooges,
Suburban Knight,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
The Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
Chris & Cosey,
Ludus,
Inner City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
a-ha,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps,
Brick,
D'Angelo,
Robert Wyatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Animal Collective,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
Sam Rivers,
Television,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maurizio,
Vladislav Delay,
June of 44,
Fatback Band,
The Last Poets,
World's Most,
Crime,
The Index,
The Gap Band,
Tres Demented,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
Skaos,
Todd Rundgren,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
Adolescents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joey Negro,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
The Move,
Babytalk,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.