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 Jamaica and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fluxion to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Barracudas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pylon,
Kayak,
Scott Walker,
Bang On A Can,
The Fuzztones,
Radiohead,
Cal Tjader,
Delta 5,
Sound Behaviour,
Slave,
Altered Images,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson,
Ronan,
Amon Düül,
John Holt,
Goldenarms,
Grauzone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Surgeon,
Susan Cadogan,
The Black Dice,
Magazine,
X-101,
Suicide,
Adolescents,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt,
Stiv Bators,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Wells,
Pagans,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doors,
The Monks,
T. Rex,
Young Marble Giants,
Blossom Toes,
The Leaves,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
The Raincoats,
the Germs,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Sonics,
Mars,
E-Dancer,
Sun City Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.