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 Antigua and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 808 and a snare 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
UT,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kenny Larkin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
K-Klass,
Gabor Szabo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warsaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blossom Toes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxette,
Symarip,
10cc,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Normal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Connie Case,
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A,
The Saints,
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
The Martian,
Lou Reed,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
ABC,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Age Steppers,
Babytalk,
This Heat,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Association,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.