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 Nepal and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skriet to the jazz 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Iggy Pop,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
Dennis Brown,
JFA,
Boredoms,
Lucky Dragons,
the Bar-Kays,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
D'Angelo,
Jandek,
The Grass Roots,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
Mission of Burma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Babytalk,
Television Personalities,
Duran Duran,
The United States of America,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Parrish,
Interpol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Half Japanese,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultravox,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul II Soul,
The Wake,
DJ Style,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
New Order,
The Mojo Men,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Normal,
Qualms,
Altered Images,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.