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 Uganda and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Kinks to the punk 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Cymande,
Alphaville,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
Minor Threat,
Q and Not U,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül II,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Charles Mingus,
MDC,
Newcleus,
Lungfish,
Barrington Levy,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
Ultravox,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Guru Guru,
The Red Krayola,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
X-Ray Spex,
The Last Poets,
Joe Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
Vainqueur,
Chrome,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Au Pairs,
Gang Starr,
Soul II Soul,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Skriet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aural Exciters,
Das Ding,
the Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Supertramp,
The Happenings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.