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 Hungary and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stereo Dub,
Joyce Sims,
Heaven 17,
Make Up,
The Fuzztones,
Khruangbin,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Invisible,
The Grass Roots,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Star Department,
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soulsonic Force,
Television,
Main Source,
Pantaleimon,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Swans,
JFA,
Sandy B,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Human League,
Minor Threat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pere Ubu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jawbox,
Nils Olav,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sparks,
The Mummies,
Lakeside,
Bill Near,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fear,
Y Pants,
Arab on Radar,
Jandek,
Delta 5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nas,
Sixth Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.