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 Somalia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 a-ha to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Y Pants,
MDC,
Unwound,
a-ha,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
David Axelrod,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Fear,
David Bowie,
Basic Channel,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Mo-Dettes,
Crash Course in Science,
the Germs,
Lou Reed,
Pulsallama,
The Knickerbockers,
Don Cherry,
Sugar Minott,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
The Barracudas,
The Tremeloes,
Scan 7,
Model 500,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef,
Max Romeo,
Chrome,
Bill Wells,
Danielle Patucci,
Scion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marvin Gaye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
Ornette Coleman,
Scrapy,
Arab on Radar,
The Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Accadde A,
The Blackbyrds,
Crime,
Nirvana,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.