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 Angola and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Quantec to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now,
Mo-Dettes,
Desert Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Star Department,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
Newcleus,
Television,
KRS-One,
Pantytec,
Masters at Work,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Little Man,
ABBA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rosa Yemen,
Carl Craig,
Das Ding,
Robert Wyatt,
Can,
Skriet,
The Zeros,
Mad Mike,
China Crisis,
Rites of Spring,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doors,
Marc Almond,
The Dead C,
Shuggie Otis,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mighty Diamonds,
L. Decosne,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
The American Breed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Smog,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
The Motions,
Josef K,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.