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 Swaziland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Faust to the dance 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Star Department,
Deadbeat,
The Wake,
Rekid,
Outsiders,
Steve Hackett,
Lucky Dragons,
Nik Kershaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Near,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Index,
The Standells,
The Neon Judgement,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eli Mardock,
The Mojo Men,
Nirvana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker,
U.S. Maple,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Black Dice,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerri Chandler,
John Holt,
Camberwell Now,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
In Retrospect,
The United States of America,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Little Man,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
Yellowson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
Moebius,
Funkadelic,
Faraquet,
Severed Heads,
The Pretty Things,
Sonic Youth,
Wire,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.