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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Khruangbin to the rap 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Goldenarms,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fall,
The Sound,
Harmonia,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ornette Coleman,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camouflage,
Idris Muhammad,
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Nirvana,
Von Mondo,
the Sonics,
Sparks,
Hasil Adkins,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Index,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jandek,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Sherman,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
Motorama,
The Martian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.