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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Icehouse to the funk 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Oblivians,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roger Hodgson,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
Magma,
Moby Grape,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Lynne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quando Quango,
Sex Pistols,
ABC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
MDC,
Basic Channel,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül,
The Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Silicon Teens,
Deepchord,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily,
Swell Maps,
Fugazi,
Qualms,
A Certain Ratio,
Neu!,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Negative Approach,
Cluster,
Excepter,
The Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
These Immortal Souls,
Eve St. Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Inner City,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mandrill,
Roxette,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.