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 Armenia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smiths to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Audionom,
Subhumans,
Nico,
Minutemen,
Maurizio,
The Grass Roots,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glenn Branca,
Joyce Sims,
Deadbeat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minny Pops,
Kaleidoscope,
H. Thieme,
Guru Guru,
Archie Shepp,
Swell Maps,
The Barracudas,
Graham Central Station,
World's Most,
Henry Cow,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronan,
The Wake,
L. Decosne,
The Music Machine,
Index,
Nirvana,
Skriet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Icehouse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blancmange,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men,
R.M.O.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
Television Personalities,
Groovy Waters,
One Last Wish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Rundgren,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.