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 Macedonia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deakin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
Anakelly,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Surgeon,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
John Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terry Callier,
Soul II Soul,
Q and Not U,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
The Associates,
Robert Hood,
Marvin Gaye,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Dolphy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jandek,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxy Music,
The Victims,
Harmonia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Darondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funkadelic,
Fatback Band,
Khruangbin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
Lakeside,
Symarip,
Radio Birdman,
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brick,
Q65,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
Monks,
Brass Construction,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.