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 El Salvador and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Qualms to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
The Cowsills,
In Retrospect,
The Mojo Men,
Sugar Minott,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
Interpol,
Half Japanese,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Holt,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
Byron Stingily,
Angry Samoans,
F. McDonald,
Duran Duran,
Warsaw,
Dark Day,
Mantronix,
Pulsallama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy,
Barclay James Harvest,
PIL,
Swans,
Basic Channel,
Yazoo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Adolescents,
Kerri Chandler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Amazonics,
Scan 7,
Sister Nancy,
The Pretty Things,
The Wake,
The Victims,
June Days,
Cybotron,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
kango's stein massive,
U.S. Maple,
Lakeside,
Josef K,
Funkadelic,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
One Last Wish,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.