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 Botswana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the crunk 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Arthur Verocai,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantaleimon,
X-102,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scientists,
Warsaw,
Monks,
The Gladiators,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
The Fugs,
Brand Nubian,
Peter and Kerry,
The Skatalites,
Tears for Fears,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scrapy,
CMW,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spandau Ballet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Crooked Eye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barrington Levy,
Tubeway Army,
kango's stein massive,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
Make Up,
Basic Channel,
Joey Negro,
Scratch Acid,
Joensuu 1685,
John Holt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cymande,
Warren Ellis,
The Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fatback Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
The Selecter,
The Zeros,
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman,
Lower 48,
Rites of Spring,
Groovy Waters,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.