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 Montenegro and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Siglo XX to the grime 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a chamberlin 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Mills,
Blancmange,
Panda Bear,
Infiniti,
Fear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
The Searchers,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crime,
Quantec,
Barry Ungar,
Japan,
Visage,
Scott Walker,
Connie Case,
Zapp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
Q65,
the Association,
H. Thieme,
The Modern Lovers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Last Poets,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Goldenarms,
Man Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Basic Channel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
The Birthday Party,
48th St. Collective,
Henry Cow,
The Durutti Column,
kango's stein massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio,
Rites of Spring,
The Vogues,
Harry Pussy,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.