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 Norway and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jesper Dahlback 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
Mars,
Bobby Womack,
Toni Rubio,
Iggy Pop,
the Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
Rod Modell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Clear Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Royal Trux,
Todd Rundgren,
Eurythmics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Urselle,
Black Moon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
Max Romeo,
Scratch Acid,
Rosa Yemen,
The Toasters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Y Pants,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare,
Infiniti,
Pole,
Jeff Lynne,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
Adolescents,
ABC,
Brothers Johnson,
Easy Going,
Mark Hollis,
Erasure,
Faust,
Barrington Levy,
DNA,
The Barracudas,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.