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 Argentina and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sight & Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
The Real Kids,
Scrapy,
Roxy Music,
The Litter,
Archie Shepp,
The Modern Lovers,
Yaz,
Monolake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
Technova,
Ludus,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
Q65,
Make Up,
Neu!,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Starr,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
H. Thieme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deakin,
Section 25,
The J.B.'s,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smoke,
the Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
The Grass Roots,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Techniques,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen,
Anakelly,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.