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 Chad and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roxette to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dead C,
Shuggie Otis,
Jimmy McGriff,
The J.B.'s,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Surgeon,
Nas,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
Barclay James Harvest,
cv313,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Sherman,
Barbara Tucker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ten City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Banda Bassotti,
Tom Boy,
Mr. Review,
Rotary Connection,
Icehouse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Loose Ends,
Silicon Teens,
L. Decosne,
Pantytec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
Avey Tare,
Piero Umiliani,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Womack,
Bronski Beat,
UT,
Yusef Lateef,
Hot Snakes,
The Leaves,
Rites of Spring,
The Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
The Doors,
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry's Kids,
The Angels of Light,
The Music Machine,
Todd Terry,
Gong,
Al Stewart,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.