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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the disco 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Crooked Eye,
Angry Samoans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harry Pussy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Excepter,
Television,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
Janne Schatter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacob Miller,
The Gun Club,
The Velvet Underground,
R.M.O.,
The Music Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Television Personalities,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
The Raincoats,
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan,
Archie Shepp,
Scrapy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Leonard Cohen,
the Association,
Heaven 17,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fortunes,
Delta 5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Piero Umiliani,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shoche,
MC5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lucky Dragons,
The Litter,
Pussy Galore,
The Flesh Eaters,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs,
Y Pants,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
The Trojans,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.