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 Italy and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rock 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
The Golliwogs,
D'Angelo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacob Miller,
LL Cool J,
Interpol,
New Order,
Pussy Galore,
The Grass Roots,
The Dead C,
Ultravox,
Shoche,
Rekid,
Derrick May,
MC5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dennis Brown,
The Move,
The Raincoats,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Sherman,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
Symarip,
The Sonics,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
The Mummies,
Soft Machine,
Make Up,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tommy Roe,
Scratch Acid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
The Barracudas,
Vladislav Delay,
Lebanon Hanover,
Main Source,
Sugar Minott,
Qualms,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints,
Crime,
The Remains,
Slick Rick,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Young Marble Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jimmy McGriff,
Carl Craig,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.