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 Cameroon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Cheater Slicks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cheater Slicks,
the Normal,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
The Cramps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Hill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
Little Man,
The Gap Band,
Arcadia,
Niagra,
The Knickerbockers,
The Alarm Clocks,
U.S. Maple,
Sam Rivers,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers,
Supertramp,
The Angels of Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Stooges,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Junior Murvin,
Simply Red,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo,
Amazonics,
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultravox,
The Index,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hashim,
The Victims,
the Association,
Camberwell Now,
Yellowson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.