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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Trumans Water to the grime 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Index,
Lyres,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Qualms,
Sugar Minott,
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oblivians,
Magazine,
Prince Buster,
Stetsasonic,
Moebius,
Lightning Bolt,
Wasted Youth,
World's Most,
Angry Samoans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
Depeche Mode,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fat Boys,
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
Nick Fraelich,
The Misunderstood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alton Ellis,
UT,
Country Teasers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
New York Dolls,
Minor Threat,
Siglo XX,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
Tubeway Army,
Sarah Menescal,
Wire,
Neu!,
Lalann,
Ultimate Spinach,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.