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 Guyana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Gang of Four to the electroclash 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Görl,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
X-Ray Spex,
Hardrive,
Drexciya,
Siglo XX,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Moon,
Minor Threat,
the Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hoover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Icehouse,
cv313,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quantec,
Fat Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crime,
Harry Pussy,
Easy Going,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Bowie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Clarke,
The J.B.'s,
Roxy Music,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
the Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Chris & Cosey,
Brick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Vogues,
The Tremeloes,
ABC,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Altered Images,
David Axelrod,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
Parry Music,
Stetsasonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.