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 Belize and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Neu! to the funk 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Fugazi,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Lungfish,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lakeside,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
Make Up,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
Newcleus,
Marc Almond,
The Standells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Livin' Joy,
Joy Division,
Organ,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
Donald Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
Section 25,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brass Construction,
Minnie Riperton,
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
One Last Wish,
Stereo Dub,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Fluxion,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra,
Sarah Menescal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter & Gordon,
Scientists,
Buzzcocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Parry Music,
R.M.O.,
Groovy Waters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.