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 Syria and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 the Normal to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Siglo XX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacob Miller,
Roger Hodgson,
Scientists,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tres Demented,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Toasters,
Hoover,
B.T. Express,
Drexciya,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Loose Ends,
48th St. Collective,
Panda Bear,
Los Fastidios,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minor Threat,
Alison Limerick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lightning Bolt,
The Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Glenn Branca,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blackbyrds,
Agent Orange,
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monks,
Gong,
Eric Dolphy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
Byron Stingily,
These Immortal Souls,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.