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 Korea North and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 China Crisis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donald Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
Rekid,
Lightning Bolt,
Sparks,
Niagra,
Neil Young,
Morten Harket,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dual Sessions,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Visage,
AZ,
Lalann,
Gang Green,
Deepchord,
K-Klass,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Rundgren,
Arthur Verocai,
MDC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Index,
Mantronix,
The Velvet Underground,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
The Martian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gabor Szabo,
Freddie Wadling,
Camberwell Now,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Archie Shepp,
Silicon Teens,
Sugar Minott,
Rod Modell,
Steve Hackett,
Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mo-Dettes,
The Stooges,
the Normal,
Pussy Galore,
Television Personalities,
D'Angelo,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.