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 Lebanon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Man Parrish to the dance 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet 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?
Bizarre Inc.,
John Lydon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
a-ha,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Clear Light,
Carl Craig,
Barry Ungar,
Susan Cadogan,
Skriet,
Accadde A,
Moss Icon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Grass Roots,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
Malaria!,
John Holt,
The Monks,
The Toasters,
Eric Copeland,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Theoretical Girls,
The Happenings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Tom Boy,
The Kinks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joyce Sims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
Motorama,
Faraquet,
Zero Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Clarke,
The Neon Judgement,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Chris Corsano,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
Fad Gadget,
Ultra Naté,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Sherman,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.