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 Namibia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kenny Larkin to the disco 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
Visage,
Deepchord,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
Scratch Acid,
Reuben Wilson,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terry Callier,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
Steve Hackett,
cv313,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shuggie Otis,
the Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
China Crisis,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gladiators,
Hot Snakes,
Television,
Agent Orange,
Mandrill,
U.S. Maple,
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Archie Shepp,
Siglo XX,
Arthur Verocai,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
Amazonics,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young,
Oblivians,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crime,
The Tremeloes,
Rod Modell,
Inner City,
Donald Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Howard Jones,
OOIOO,
Groovy Waters,
Main Source,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.