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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Graham Central Station to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
Hardrive,
Swell Maps,
The Happenings,
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Jeru the Damaja,
CMW,
Rod Modell,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q65,
Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
Smog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Standells,
Nik Kershaw,
Don Cherry,
Surgeon,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
MDC,
Deakin,
UT,
The Mummies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
Chrome,
Scratch Acid,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
Mandrill,
Gang Green,
Moebius,
A Certain Ratio,
Babytalk,
Delta 5,
These Immortal Souls,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.