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 Belize and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
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 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 Lower 48 to the funk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Faraquet,
Massinfluence,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Silicon Teens,
the Swans,
The Vogues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Judy Mowatt,
The Kinks,
Arab on Radar,
Steve Hackett,
Groovy Waters,
These Immortal Souls,
Barrington Levy,
Davy DMX,
Ossler,
Adolescents,
The Associates,
Roger Hodgson,
R.M.O.,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
Section 25,
Harmonia,
Boz Scaggs,
Fela Kuti,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
The Invisible,
Dual Sessions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Half Japanese,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neu!,
FM Einheit,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Lakeside,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
James White and The Blacks,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Motorama,
Moss Icon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oneida,
Ituana,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
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.