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 Comoros and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Smog to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Lindisfarne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Order,
Thee Headcoats,
Ken Boothe,
Skaos,
Monks,
Black Moon,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Skatalites,
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liliput,
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
Wings,
Supertramp,
Fad Gadget,
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
T. Rex,
Grey Daturas,
Pussy Galore,
The Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
Anakelly,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ossler,
Los Fastidios,
World's Most,
the Fania All-Stars,
Excepter,
Mad Mike,
The New Christs,
The Evens,
The Doors,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
Oneida,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
X-102,
Cheater Slicks,
Fatback Band,
Cal Tjader,
Guru Guru,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.