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 Zimbabwe and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Little Man,
The Skatalites,
David McCallum,
Livin' Joy,
the Germs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Carl Craig,
The Techniques,
The Music Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Thee Headcoats,
Brass Construction,
Basic Channel,
The Golliwogs,
The Smiths,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Infiniti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deepchord,
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
L. Decosne,
Soulsonic Force,
Television,
Amon Düül II,
Khruangbin,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Hill,
Slave,
The Litter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar,
Vladislav Delay,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blancmange,
Eric Copeland,
The Five Americans,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
Ronan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
Trumans Water,
Technova,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Style,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
In Retrospect,
Bill Near,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scan 7,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.