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 India and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Divine Comedy to the dance 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Residents,
The Star Department,
John Cale,
KRS-One,
Fatback Band,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Boredoms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Parry Music,
Bauhaus,
Arcadia,
Interpol,
The Pretty Things,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fall,
The Litter,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
The Beau Brummels,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
New York Dolls,
The Saints,
Fugazi,
E-Dancer,
Joe Smooth,
MDC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
Television Personalities,
U.S. Maple,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
Section 25,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gories,
Skarface,
Desert Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quantec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.