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 Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Graham Central Station to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Patti Smith,
AZ,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blossom Toes,
Ice-T,
Nils Olav,
The Litter,
Robert Wyatt,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
Guru Guru,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
The Birthday Party,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonic Youth,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
Stiv Bators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
Fat Boys,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pussy Galore,
Faraquet,
Deakin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Inner City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neu!,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
Boredoms,
Yellowson,
Magma,
Essential Logic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skriet,
Quadrant,
Infiniti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boz Scaggs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Desert Stars,
Graham Central Station,
The Raincoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Don Cherry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Wells,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.