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 Venezuela and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Suburban Knight to the jazz 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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Cymande,
Barbara Tucker,
Maurizio,
Chris & Cosey,
Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Outsiders,
Scrapy,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Wells,
The Smoke,
The Offenders,
Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers,
Negative Approach,
Patti Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
The Standells,
Audionom,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fortunes,
Harmonia,
The Tremeloes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronan,
Sparks,
Motorama,
Howard Jones,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
Graham Central Station,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Babytalk,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
Pylon,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
Kas Product,
Aloha Tigers,
Gabor Szabo,
Marmalade,
Alton Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.