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 Seychelles and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Barrington Levy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Gang Starr,
Ossler,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
The Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bronski Beat,
Pylon,
Mr. Review,
Ultimate Spinach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scan 7,
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neu!,
Banda Bassotti,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Gerry Rafferty,
Das Ding,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Danielle Patucci,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monochrome Set,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gong,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Sam Rivers,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Iggy Pop,
Youth Brigade,
L. Decosne,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.