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 Bolivia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Saints,
Camberwell Now,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dawn Penn,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television Personalities,
Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
Cal Tjader,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
Guru Guru,
Adolescents,
The Smiths,
Radiohead,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang of Four,
Aloha Tigers,
Funky Four + One,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Simply Red,
Metal Thangz,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
Subhumans,
Patti Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Janne Schatter,
The Techniques,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deakin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Susan Cadogan,
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
Little Man,
Easy Going,
Royal Trux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Theoretical Girls,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.