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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Morten Harket,
Hot Snakes,
Swans,
Motorama,
The Human League,
Erasure,
The Kinks,
Hoover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
Idris Muhammad,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Bowie,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
Bauhaus,
La Düsseldorf,
Brand Nubian,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
Joyce Sims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sandy B,
Michelle Simonal,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker,
The Remains,
Neu!,
The Fortunes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantytec,
Alice Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Görl,
Pylon,
Mo-Dettes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Hill,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.