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 Congo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Blancmange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The J.B.'s,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Names,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Offenders,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
Altered Images,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
Alison Limerick,
Crime,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tommy Roe,
Brand Nubian,
In Retrospect,
Joensuu 1685,
Dark Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Outsiders,
Pantaleimon,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Bourne,
the Human League,
Basic Channel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Angels of Light,
Dead Boys,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
Scientists,
World's Most,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glambeats Corp.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Flipper,
X-101,
The Grass Roots,
The Durutti Column,
a-ha,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.