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 Argentina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra,
The Gladiators,
The Gun Club,
Monolake,
Hoover,
Juan Atkins,
The Raincoats,
The Last Poets,
Sixth Finger,
Accadde A,
Yaz,
Warren Ellis,
Flipper,
Byron Stingily,
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
Blossom Toes,
E-Dancer,
The Standells,
Wings,
The Cowsills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Urselle,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Guru Guru,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boz Scaggs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
Warsaw,
Yazoo,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rekid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dirtbombs,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Quando Quango,
Jeru the Damaja,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
UT,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
Dark Day,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.