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 Italy and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Dual Sessions,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Crooked Eye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
Kerri Chandler,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
Brick,
John Holt,
Pole,
PIL,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
Rod Modell,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
Clear Light,
UT,
DNA,
Surgeon,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultimate Spinach,
Howard Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Ohio Players,
These Immortal Souls,
Severed Heads,
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Moon,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
Flash Fearless,
Smog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sam Rivers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
Cheater Slicks,
The Vogues,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Motions,
Scrapy,
Terry Callier,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.