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 Liechtenstein and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Rufus Thomas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
OOIOO,
The Buckinghams,
Masters at Work,
Little Man,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash,
48th St. Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Halsall,
Fear,
Scan 7,
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dark Day,
Q65,
The Black Dice,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
Grauzone,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Negative Approach,
Fluxion,
Rosa Yemen,
Crooked Eye,
Los Fastidios,
Excepter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Main Source,
Oblivians,
Terrestrial Tones,
Essential Logic,
the Normal,
The New Christs,
Scion,
Supertramp,
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Star Department,
Gichy Dan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra,
Half Japanese,
Fela Kuti,
Cheater Slicks,
Whodini,
Quadrant,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.