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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Misunderstood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
World's Most,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
The Blackbyrds,
Junior Murvin,
John Lydon,
Blossom Toes,
Hoover,
Q65,
Ultravox,
Shuggie Otis,
The Index,
Arab on Radar,
Yazoo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camouflage,
Unrelated Segments,
Terrestrial Tones,
The United States of America,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cheater Slicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Howard Jones,
K-Klass,
Interpol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Iggy Pop,
David McCallum,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Supertramp,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
The Names,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül,
Flipper,
Depeche Mode,
Joensuu 1685,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill,
John Holt,
Kerri Chandler,
X-101,
The Star Department,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
The Happenings,
Fela Kuti,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
Dennis Brown,
New Age Steppers,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.