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 Turkey and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Avey Tare to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Banda Bassotti,
Mission of Burma,
Newcleus,
The Invisible,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
Spandau Ballet,
Junior Murvin,
Boz Scaggs,
Sixth Finger,
Accadde A,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ituana,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton,
Prince Buster,
Youth Brigade,
This Heat,
Erasure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
Minny Pops,
Glenn Branca,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Star Department,
JFA,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Second Layer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Michelle Simonal,
Carl Craig,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Smooth,
The Selecter,
Country Teasers,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra,
The Fugs,
Tubeway Army,
Desert Stars,
Animal Collective,
The Evens,
Aural Exciters,
Peter & Gordon,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.