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 Tuvalu and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Soft Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Sight & Sound,
The Dead C,
Oneida,
Harry Pussy,
The Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fugs,
Eddi Front,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reagan Youth,
Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The United States of America,
The Saints,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
Kaleidoscope,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Red Krayola,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
ABBA,
Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
The Wake,
Shuggie Otis,
Spoonie Gee,
Lakeside,
The Divine Comedy,
Adolescents,
Radio Birdman,
Q and Not U,
Absolute Body Control,
Infiniti,
Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Hill,
Urselle,
Marc Almond,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.