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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Masters at Work to the dance 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nas,
Tim Buckley,
Amazonics,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Toasters,
Agent Orange,
Hot Snakes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
Deadbeat,
Brass Construction,
The Victims,
Graham Central Station,
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maleditus Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sällskapet,
Bang On A Can,
Mo-Dettes,
the Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Fluxion,
Nico,
Slick Rick,
Main Source,
the Association,
Camberwell Now,
the Swans,
Darondo,
The Trojans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monolake,
Crispian St. Peters,
MC5,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Josef K,
The Star Department,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mr. Review,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Terry,
Yellowson,
The Fortunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
L. Decosne,
Saccharine Trust,
Jandek,
Eve St. Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.