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 Monaco and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Youth Brigade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Bob Dylan,
Kas Product,
Peter & Gordon,
Sandy B,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
CMW,
Donny Hathaway,
Cymande,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter and Kerry,
Swell Maps,
Talk Talk,
Henry Cow,
Bush Tetras,
Judy Mowatt,
Rekid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
Bad Manners,
Visage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
The Martian,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Funkadelic,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Bananas,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
U.S. Maple,
The Saints,
Black Sheep,
Fatback Band,
Make Up,
David Bowie,
Ludus,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
Pagans,
Quadrant,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
The Moody Blues,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.