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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pharoah Sanders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
Bobby Womack,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Holt,
Nico,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Black Moon,
Gabor Szabo,
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Nirvana,
Aural Exciters,
A Certain Ratio,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
R.M.O.,
DNA,
The Associates,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moody Blues,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cymande,
The Fortunes,
Audionom,
Gichy Dan,
Ultra Naté,
Ornette Coleman,
Magazine,
Groovy Waters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Little Man,
Technova,
Minor Threat,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smoke,
Nick Fraelich,
Rekid,
Crooked Eye,
Bluetip,
Nas,
X-101,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
JFA,
The Monochrome Set,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.