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 Togo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Pharoah Sanders to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quando Quango,
Eden Ahbez,
ABBA,
June Days,
The Shadows of Knight,
Von Mondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Zeros,
John Foxx,
The Buckinghams,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
Boredoms,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Mills,
Nico,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
Eurythmics,
CMW,
The Golliwogs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Young Marble Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Circle Jerks,
Y Pants,
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Little Man,
K-Klass,
Ludus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.