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 Serbia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 The Grass Roots to the rock 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
KRS-One,
The Names,
Jandek,
Todd Terry,
Mo-Dettes,
The Motions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Franke,
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
Goldenarms,
The Neon Judgement,
Motorama,
Japan,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
Kas Product,
The Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Qualms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
Alice Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flash Fearless,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
Jacob Miller,
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
Bob Dylan,
The Slackers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
Monks,
The Toasters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Offenders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skriet,
Rekid,
Von Mondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry 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.