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 Djibouti and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donald Byrd to the grunge 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Deadbeat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camouflage,
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
Dawn Penn,
Model 500,
K-Klass,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalann,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
Johnny Clarke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronnie Foster,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
DNA,
Ohio Players,
The Black Dice,
cv313,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
Niagra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fad Gadget,
John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ornette Coleman,
the Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skriet,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Count Five,
AZ,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
Kerrie Biddell,
E-Dancer,
Chris & Cosey,
Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Parry Music,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.