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 Dominica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Andrew Hill to the jazz 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Ohio Players,
A Certain Ratio,
One Last Wish,
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Wells,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris & Cosey,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sandy B,
The Invisible,
Smog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
OOIOO,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Q and Not U,
Robert Hood,
X-102,
Graham Central Station,
Pylon,
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mo-Dettes,
Fela Kuti,
The Leaves,
The United States of America,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deepchord,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Residents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faust,
Lalann,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Al Stewart,
Sun City Girls,
Public Enemy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swell Maps,
K-Klass,
Bauhaus,
Absolute Body Control,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.