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 Colombia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Make Up 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
Todd Terry,
The J.B.'s,
Visage,
The Walker Brothers,
Skaos,
Max Romeo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minutemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick May,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Camberwell Now,
Letta Mbulu,
Rufus Thomas,
Fugazi,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Kinks,
Monks,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gories,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Associates,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
Audionom,
Con Funk Shun,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Black Dice,
Swans,
a-ha,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
the Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grey Daturas,
Surgeon,
Zapp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.