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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Quadrant,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warren Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Infiniti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yusef Lateef,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Circle Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
Lalann,
Mandrill,
Niagra,
Adolescents,
Dave Gahan,
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Lydon,
The Toasters,
Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tres Demented,
Steve Hackett,
Can,
Tears for Fears,
Reagan Youth,
MDC,
The Blues Magoos,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
Minny Pops,
Letta Mbulu,
Subhumans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Easy Going,
Dark Day,
Hardrive,
The Offenders,
Heaven 17,
Reuben Wilson,
T.S.O.L.,
Supertramp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Pus,
Sister Nancy,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.