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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Parry Music to the funk 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
LL Cool J,
Wings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Womack,
Dennis Brown,
Pagans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spoonie Gee,
the Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Deadbeat,
In Retrospect,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erykah Badu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
The Happenings,
Henry Cow,
Lalann,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rekid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Hood,
New Order,
Sparks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heaven 17,
Black Flag,
Junior Murvin,
Little Man,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
Unwound,
Joyce Sims,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deepchord,
The Standells,
The Vogues,
Kaleidoscope,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
10cc,
Spandau Ballet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.