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 Papua New Guinea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Toni Rubio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Doors,
Monolake,
The Buckinghams,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
Gong,
Second Layer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
The Busters,
Bad Manners,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül,
Yellowson,
Guru Guru,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
Nico,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
cv313,
The Remains,
Kayak,
Ossler,
EPMD,
The Knickerbockers,
The Tremeloes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Danielle Patucci,
Drexciya,
David Axelrod,
The Divine Comedy,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Bourne,
Sixth Finger,
The Martian,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Evens,
U.S. Maple,
Groovy Waters,
Hoover,
Cheater Slicks,
Juan Atkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Mills,
Dave Gahan,
The Saints,
Glenn Branca,
Neu!,
Suicide,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.