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 United States and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Five Americans,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
Nas,
Derrick Morgan,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
Severed Heads,
The Red Krayola,
Tres Demented,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stetsasonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Clear Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sonics,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
Toni Rubio,
New York Dolls,
Cluster,
La Düsseldorf,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
Technova,
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs,
Letta Mbulu,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cal Tjader,
Grauzone,
June Days,
DJ Sneak,
Public Enemy,
Negative Approach,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
Piero Umiliani,
Dead Boys,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.