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 Laos and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
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 808 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the dance 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
Shoche,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
Boz Scaggs,
Crash Course in Science,
Cheater Slicks,
Sandy B,
Derrick May,
This Heat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blancmange,
Gabor Szabo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
Kaleidoscope,
One Last Wish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacob Miller,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hashim,
Roxette,
Yazoo,
Qualms,
The Fall,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
MDC,
Ossler,
a-ha,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Dolphy,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hot Snakes,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.