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 Andorra and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Colin Newman to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sixth Finger,
The Mummies,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barrington Levy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dead C,
Ten City,
Pierre Henry,
The Red Krayola,
Bauhaus,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Near,
Kerrie Biddell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stetsasonic,
Procol Harum,
Rufus Thomas,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monochrome Set,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
Oneida,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Style,
Chrome,
Au Pairs,
Kenny Larkin,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Görl,
Moby Grape,
Alison Limerick,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Theoretical Girls,
Eddi Front,
June Days,
Index,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
Stereo Dub,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
Donny Hathaway,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant,
The Detroit Cobras,
a-ha,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.