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 Iran and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Ralphi Rosario to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Real Kids,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
Eurythmics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Rekid,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
Warsaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joy Division,
Janne Schatter,
Radio Birdman,
Absolute Body Control,
Minnie Riperton,
EPMD,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Massinfluence,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gun Club,
Deadbeat,
Groovy Waters,
Severed Heads,
Rites of Spring,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
David Axelrod,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Scientists,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sex Pistols,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rapeman,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Byrd,
The Litter,
Robert Wyatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
F. McDonald,
Rosa Yemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bronski Beat,
Ultra Naté,
Supertramp,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.