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 Solomon Islands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Tears for Fears to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Motorama,
Khruangbin,
Ultra Naté,
Maleditus Sound,
LL Cool J,
Drexciya,
Faraquet,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
The Mummies,
Urselle,
Tres Demented,
Oneida,
These Immortal Souls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Skatalites,
Sam Rivers,
Mr. Review,
Robert Hood,
Main Source,
Crash Course in Science,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gladiators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alice Coltrane,
Newcleus,
The Selecter,
The Toasters,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
Pylon,
Prince Buster,
Erasure,
Bob Dylan,
Inner City,
Desert Stars,
The Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Dave Gahan,
The Kinks,
The Angels of Light,
Scion,
Hot Snakes,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
The Names,
Barrington Levy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.