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 Vietnam and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Morten Harket to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye 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?
Main Source,
Nation of Ulysses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Residents,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Livin' Joy,
Rekid,
Oneida,
The Neon Judgement,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Starr,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
Infiniti,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
Eli Mardock,
The Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed,
Average White Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monolake,
Yellowson,
Organ,
the Human League,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal,
Shuggie Otis,
cv313,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Goldenarms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül II,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Terry,
Archie Shepp,
Donny Hathaway,
Index,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.