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 Korea North and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Vogues to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Vogues,
Wally Richardson,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barrington Levy,
cv313,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed,
Todd Rundgren,
Hasil Adkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
Graham Central Station,
Minutemen,
Gichy Dan,
OOIOO,
The Move,
Los Fastidios,
New Order,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
The Last Poets,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Sheep,
Ultra Naté,
Frankie Knuckles,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacques Brel,
The Count Five,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
The Stooges,
Minnie Riperton,
Royal Trux,
Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
The Leaves,
The Victims,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.