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 Burkina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Monks to the rock 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
the Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
10cc,
David McCallum,
Underground Resistance,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funky Four + One,
Trumans Water,
Technova,
Schoolly D,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
Drexciya,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Lynne,
The American Breed,
Alton Ellis,
Make Up,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Grauzone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Modern Lovers,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Starr,
Zero Boys,
Sex Pistols,
The Cowsills,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
FM Einheit,
Barrington Levy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Bowie,
Pagans,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
Mark Hollis,
John Holt,
The Residents,
Vainqueur,
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.