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 Senegal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
R.M.O.,
the Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Danielle Patucci,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Hood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
Byron Stingily,
Boredoms,
Ultravox,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Max Romeo,
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quadrant,
The Dead C,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brass Construction,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Buckinghams,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smiths,
The Count Five,
Gong,
Robert Görl,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.