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 Guinea-Bissau and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cymande to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grauzone,
The Sound,
the Sonics,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Normal,
UT,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
The Move,
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
The Real Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sight & Sound,
10cc,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxy Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Graham Central Station,
Von Mondo,
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
Technova,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Order,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
June of 44,
the Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ituana,
Hashim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cybotron,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Durutti Column,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Red Krayola,
Main Source,
Sixth Finger,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.