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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the dance 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas,
JFA,
Alphaville,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Index,
Jawbox,
Wally Richardson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
Lalann,
Echospace,
In Retrospect,
This Heat,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Tremeloes,
The Remains,
Ronnie Foster,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Eating Sloth,
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
The Busters,
Section 25,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
Marine Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oblivians,
EPMD,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funkadelic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Görl,
Derrick Morgan,
the Swans,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
Hashim,
Skriet,
Byron Stingily,
Brick,
Dark Day,
Lower 48,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Rekid,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pylon,
Qualms,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
The Searchers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.