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 Gabon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 David Bowie to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mummies,
Silicon Teens,
Bob Dylan,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shoche,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
Audionom,
Freddie Wadling,
Thee Headcoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
Josef K,
Ultra Naté,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Lynne,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moebius,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mad Mike,
The Young Rascals,
Tres Demented,
Camouflage,
The United States of America,
Lungfish,
Letta Mbulu,
Massinfluence,
Howard Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Alison Limerick,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Green,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
The Busters,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo,
The Five Americans,
June of 44,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.