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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Shuggie Otis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pylon,
Gabor Szabo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABBA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
Freddie Wadling,
Buzzcocks,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
Sex Pistols,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
The Red Krayola,
Maurizio,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donald Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flash Fearless,
Faust,
Howard Jones,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soulsonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fear,
The Modern Lovers,
Television,
U.S. Maple,
Don Cherry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon,
Blake Baxter,
Terry Callier,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
Cymande,
Zero Boys,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.