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 Turkmenistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Erykah Badu to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Holt,
Anthony Braxton,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eli Mardock,
The Black Dice,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s,
Beasts of Bourbon,
These Immortal Souls,
One Last Wish,
L. Decosne,
Joe Smooth,
The Smoke,
Massinfluence,
Janne Schatter,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
Goldenarms,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
Icehouse,
Talk Talk,
Pagans,
Lakeside,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
The Mojo Men,
Soulsonic Force,
Joey Negro,
The Offenders,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gories,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Adolescents,
Radio Birdman,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.