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 Yemen and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Agent Orange,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Graham Central Station,
PIL,
FM Einheit,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood,
Parry Music,
Mantronix,
David Bowie,
Wire,
Ornette Coleman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arthur Verocai,
Inner City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
China Crisis,
Prince Buster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Oneida,
Icehouse,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
Albert Ayler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eli Mardock,
Aswad,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mojo Men,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Skriet,
Black Sheep,
Symarip,
Massinfluence,
Scrapy,
Rekid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
Harmonia,
Slave,
Joe Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Stetsasonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Görl,
The Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
The Golliwogs,
La Düsseldorf,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.