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 United Kingdom and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sandy B to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Althea and Donna,
Adolescents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crash Course in Science,
Basic Channel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Organ,
Gang Green,
Mars,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
The Selecter,
Bluetip,
Charles Mingus,
The Gap Band,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
The Martian,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Average White Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flipper,
Ultra Naté,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
The Saints,
ABBA,
Easy Going,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Motions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers,
The Fuzztones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oblivians,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Das Ding,
Theoretical Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.