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 Vanuatu and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lee Hazlewood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hardrive,
Idris Muhammad,
Fatback Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minor Threat,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dirtbombs,
T.S.O.L.,
Newcleus,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra,
Delta 5,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Piero Umiliani,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
Carl Craig,
Talk Talk,
Skaos,
DJ Sneak,
Ornette Coleman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deadbeat,
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Tremeloes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
Flash Fearless,
Kurtis Blow,
Brick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marmalade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Davy DMX,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed,
Trumans Water,
Chrome,
The Count Five,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.