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 Suriname and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 D'Angelo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
Brothers Johnson,
Silicon Teens,
Pagans,
Young Marble Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Aural Exciters,
Rekid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Schoolly D,
Prince Buster,
L. Decosne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal,
MDC,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joyce Sims,
Thompson Twins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
Quando Quango,
Television,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
Quantec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
Faust,
Marmalade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
Jandek,
The Count Five,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yusef Lateef,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.