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 Malaysia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aswad to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Byrd,
a-ha,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moebius,
Scientists,
Tubeway Army,
Morten Harket,
Stereo Dub,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Bananas,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Lyres,
Rekid,
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
The Cowsills,
Siglo XX,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Halsall,
New Order,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
Cameo,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Happenings,
JFA,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Funky Four + One,
Q and Not U,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Divine Comedy,
Rapeman,
The Grass Roots,
David Bowie,
John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Y Pants,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.