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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moby Grape to the disco 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
Adolescents,
Mad Mike,
K-Klass,
Isaac Hayes,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Severed Heads,
Derrick May,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
Pussy Galore,
ABC,
Visage,
Delta 5,
Television Personalities,
Hashim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Red Krayola,
John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arcadia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hoover,
Barbara Tucker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
The Vogues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young,
Infiniti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys,
F. McDonald,
Lungfish,
ABBA,
Derrick Morgan,
The Leaves,
Alton Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.