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 Mali and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grime 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Mills,
The Pretty Things,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685,
Chrome,
Howard Jones,
Television,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q and Not U,
Kurtis Blow,
Oneida,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neu!,
Fear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators,
Erasure,
Index,
Lower 48,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
Ice-T,
Skaos,
Unwound,
Scion,
Ultravox,
Monolake,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Hill,
Intrusion,
the Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terry Callier,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
Public Enemy,
Rod Modell,
Adolescents,
The Vogues,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Association,
The Cowsills,
Lakeside,
James Chance & The Contortions,
UT,
KRS-One,
T.S.O.L.,
Harry Pussy,
The Motions,
Neil Young,
Urselle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.