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 Jordan 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 cv313 to the disco 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
OOIOO,
The Leaves,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps,
Ken Boothe,
Metal Thangz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pulsallama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
The Cramps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultravox,
Pagans,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Symarip,
Erasure,
Gichy Dan,
Public Enemy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Copeland,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
Mantronix,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Finger,
Kas Product,
The Last Poets,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lucky Dragons,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Offenders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lakeside,
Erykah Badu,
Piero Umiliani,
Motorama,
Bronski Beat,
Rapeman,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxette,
Cymande,
Mark Hollis,
Von Mondo,
Prince Buster,
The Motions,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
Fat Boys,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.