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 Zambia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 Idris Muhammad to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry,
Interpol,
Yazoo,
10cc,
Johnny Clarke,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Machine,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Average White Band,
Delta 5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Fear,
Lower 48,
Hashim,
Erasure,
Subhumans,
DNA,
Depeche Mode,
Sällskapet,
Fat Boys,
Bad Manners,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
Country Teasers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Massinfluence,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
Negative Approach,
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
Dead Boys,
Gong,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
Fatback Band,
Fad Gadget,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.