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 Netherlands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Accadde A 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Neu!,
Main Source,
The Busters,
Pantaleimon,
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Association,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Howard Jones,
Soft Cell,
The Move,
Harry Pussy,
Smog,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Style,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
Man Parrish,
Heaven 17,
The Tremeloes,
the Normal,
Gang of Four,
Stetsasonic,
Surgeon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Walker Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echospace,
The Names,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
Erasure,
Technova,
Alice Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
Parry Music,
The Grass Roots,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aaron Thompson,
Rosa Yemen,
Television Personalities,
Infiniti,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.