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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Copeland,
Anakelly,
Bauhaus,
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
Max Romeo,
The Moody Blues,
Maleditus Sound,
Deakin,
Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dennis Brown,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Pierre Henry,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
Lee Hazlewood,
Piero Umiliani,
Sarah Menescal,
Ossler,
Stetsasonic,
Blake Baxter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
The Saints,
Lungfish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Circle Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slackers,
Ronnie Foster,
Suicide,
Yazoo,
Susan Cadogan,
Al Stewart,
Chrome,
Rotary Connection,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pussy Galore,
Toni Rubio,
Unrelated Segments,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Procol Harum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy Collins,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.