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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Khruangbin to the punk 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a sitar 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Newcleus,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
Crooked Eye,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Reagan Youth,
Brick,
Robert Görl,
Surgeon,
Max Romeo,
Skriet,
Moby Grape,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang On A Can,
Loose Ends,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
June Days,
Gang Starr,
Panda Bear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Happenings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
UT,
Groovy Waters,
Josef K,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
Deepchord,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
ABC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dead Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-102,
The Real Kids,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Juan Atkins,
The Fall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kayak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The American Breed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Sneak,
Minutemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.