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 Bahrain and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Jawbox 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy Collins,
The Standells,
The Zeros,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
FM Einheit,
Robert Wyatt,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Golliwogs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-102,
Grauzone,
Dennis Brown,
Charles Mingus,
Quadrant,
Inner City,
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
Circle Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Womack,
Black Pus,
Little Man,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
A Certain Ratio,
DNA,
The Gap Band,
Depeche Mode,
the Slits,
Alphaville,
The New Christs,
The Slits,
Minny Pops,
Sarah Menescal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
Marvin Gaye,
Piero Umiliani,
John Lydon,
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
The Move,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scratch Acid,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Subhumans,
Sparks,
Funkadelic,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Hood,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.