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 Gabon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lalann to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Porter Ricks,
Fugazi,
Lyres,
Banda Bassotti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Prince Buster,
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front,
Accadde A,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
Jerry's Kids,
The Toasters,
Laurel Aitken,
Funky Four + One,
Shoche,
Simply Red,
Das Ding,
T.S.O.L.,
Gong,
Monolake,
The Monochrome Set,
Goldenarms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dark Day,
Icehouse,
Rakim,
The Residents,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül II,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
a-ha,
Quantec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Clear Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Fear,
Malaria!,
Funkadelic,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Depeche Mode,
Jeru the Damaja,
Althea and Donna,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neu!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Essential Logic,
The Tremeloes,
Basic Channel,
Rufus Thomas,
The Count Five,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.