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 Spain and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Judy Mowatt to the jazz 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro 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?
Q and Not U,
Malaria!,
Funky Four + One,
Kurtis Blow,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Gong,
The Gories,
Panda Bear,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
ABC,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cowsills,
Soft Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
FM Einheit,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Organ,
KRS-One,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Green,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
Magma,
Brick,
Morten Harket,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terry Callier,
The Angels of Light,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warsaw,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Absolute Body Control,
Blancmange,
Japan,
Massinfluence,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Sherman,
Visage,
In Retrospect,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.