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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marmalade 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar,
Junior Murvin,
Radiopuhelimet,
The J.B.'s,
H. Thieme,
CMW,
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultravox,
Procol Harum,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Essential Logic,
Wally Richardson,
The Searchers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Half Japanese,
Saccharine Trust,
Flipper,
the Germs,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
MDC,
The Vogues,
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Silicon Teens,
Audionom,
The Dirtbombs,
Mandrill,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slackers,
Siglo XX,
Nick Fraelich,
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
Dawn Penn,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Urselle,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ornette Coleman,
the Bar-Kays,
Wire,
Pantytec,
Mission of Burma,
Arcadia,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.