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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Con Funk Shun to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Coltrane,
K-Klass,
This Heat,
The Saints,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacques Brel,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slick Rick,
David Bowie,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo,
Suicide,
Gang Starr,
The Walker Brothers,
The Leaves,
The Angels of Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Average White Band,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
Magma,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Bourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pole,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Gang Green,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster,
Skaos,
The Knickerbockers,
Zapp,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
La Düsseldorf,
Rekid,
Altered Images,
The Black Dice,
Goldenarms,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Litter,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yusef Lateef,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cybotron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.