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 Argentina and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Josef K to the grime 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
Banda Bassotti,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
Silicon Teens,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scion,
Flash Fearless,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
Anthony Braxton,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABBA,
48th St. Collective,
The Human League,
Lou Reed,
David Axelrod,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacob Miller,
Peter & Gordon,
Popol Vuh,
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Youth Brigade,
the Association,
Buzzcocks,
Underground Resistance,
Donny Hathaway,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
Cymande,
Smog,
Mad Mike,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Toasters,
Make Up,
Heaven 17,
Don Cherry,
Funkadelic,
Rekid,
The Blackbyrds,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.