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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erasure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Sneak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Max Romeo,
Magazine,
New Order,
Pussy Galore,
Mark Hollis,
Brand Nubian,
Dorothy Ashby,
H. Thieme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gladiators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronan,
Depeche Mode,
The Monochrome Set,
David Bowie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Organ,
The Fuzztones,
John Coltrane,
The Remains,
Glenn Branca,
Ten City,
Todd Rundgren,
Carl Craig,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
The Names,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers,
Monks,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quando Quango,
Supertramp,
Deadbeat,
Connie Case,
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Age Steppers,
Mr. Review,
The Offenders,
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
AZ,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.