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 Rwanda and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the jazz 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hasil Adkins,
Quando Quango,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang On A Can,
Tom Boy,
KRS-One,
Smog,
The Mummies,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Wolf Eyes,
Reagan Youth,
The Trojans,
the Association,
Mo-Dettes,
Camberwell Now,
Aswad,
Rod Modell,
Procol Harum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Drexciya,
FM Einheit,
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick,
The Fugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scan 7,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June Days,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Swans,
Excepter,
Sugar Minott,
Organ,
Scientists,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Outsiders,
Danielle Patucci,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.