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 South Sudan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Joy Division,
John Cale,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
The Smiths,
The Tremeloes,
Severed Heads,
Jimmy McGriff,
Von Mondo,
Magma,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rapeman,
Quadrant,
Bill Wells,
The Barracudas,
Nick Fraelich,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lakeside,
The Evens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultravox,
Jandek,
Siglo XX,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick May,
Y Pants,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Essential Logic,
The Martian,
The Grass Roots,
Reuben Wilson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiohead,
Todd Terry,
The Victims,
Magazine,
Steve Hackett,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Das Ding,
Janne Schatter,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
UT,
The Pop Group,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.