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 Malawi and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare to the electroclash 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Wings,
The New Christs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smiths,
Dual Sessions,
The Skatalites,
Albert Ayler,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
Masters at Work,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Red Krayola,
Mission of Burma,
The Modern Lovers,
JFA,
Liliput,
Inner City,
Shoche,
Joy Division,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Trojans,
Rapeman,
Mo-Dettes,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
Magma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
The Saints,
Wire,
Al Stewart,
Kerri Chandler,
Hoover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Parry Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Crime,
The Names,
Tubeway Army,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
CMW,
Man Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T. Rex,
Essential Logic,
The Birthday Party,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.