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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Youth Brigade to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a güiro 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 a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Fugazi,
Soft Machine,
Ten City,
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry's Kids,
The Busters,
Althea and Donna,
OOIOO,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
Colin Newman,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiopuhelimet,
Babytalk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Mills,
The Dead C,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Moon,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
The Barracudas,
Tubeway Army,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
AZ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
JFA,
Zapp,
Scan 7,
Guru Guru,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ossler,
Pierre Henry,
Sugar Minott,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
8 Eyed Spy,
World's Most,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.