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 Maldives and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Severed Heads to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
OOIOO,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aaron Thompson,
La Düsseldorf,
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls,
Boredoms,
Scratch Acid,
Audionom,
The Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Bluetip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Sherman,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
The Sound,
Surgeon,
Heaven 17,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
Q65,
Outsiders,
JFA,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
Janne Schatter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kayak,
Skriet,
One Last Wish,
Todd Terry,
The Five Americans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dark Day,
Davy DMX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.