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 Greece and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Freddie Wadling,
Joyce Sims,
The Dead C,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unwound,
Nirvana,
Panda Bear,
Dennis Brown,
Flipper,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
Altered Images,
Janne Schatter,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Parry Music,
The Residents,
The Buckinghams,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
Tears for Fears,
Lalann,
the Normal,
The Five Americans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios,
Young Marble Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Black Dice,
The Associates,
Crash Course in Science,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Skatalites,
Moebius,
Black Bananas,
The Searchers,
Maleditus Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
F. McDonald,
Deepchord,
Mars,
Outsiders,
Todd Rundgren,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
Porter Ricks,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suicide,
Rekid,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.