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 Suriname and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Trojans to the rap 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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,
Tres Demented,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gap Band,
Ten City,
Marine Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camberwell Now,
Dave Gahan,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flipper,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smoke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
a-ha,
Bill Near,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Golliwogs,
The Slackers,
Young Marble Giants,
John Foxx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marmalade,
Donny Hathaway,
Nils Olav,
Sonic Youth,
Scan 7,
Public Enemy,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thompson Twins,
Prince Buster,
Popol Vuh,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Count Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chrome,
D'Angelo,
Toni Rubio,
The Fortunes,
Aural Exciters,
The Gories,
The Knickerbockers,
Mars,
DNA,
Japan,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.