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 Vanuatu and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Human League to the crunk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thee Headcoats,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo,
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
New Age Steppers,
Rosa Yemen,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
the Slits,
Parry Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Pere Ubu,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Don Cherry,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yazoo,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
Ultra Naté,
the Bar-Kays,
Depeche Mode,
Albert Ayler,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
the Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erykah Badu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
Letta Mbulu,
Severed Heads,
Goldenarms,
Harmonia,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
Marine Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agitation Free,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.