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 Samoa and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gories to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Guru Guru,
Neu!,
Essential Logic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Albert Ayler,
Ossler,
Mandrill,
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Ultravox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rosa Yemen,
Charles Mingus,
the Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
The Last Poets,
Liliput,
The Fugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Steve Hackett,
The Birthday Party,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Trumans Water,
Flamin' Groovies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cure,
Oblivians,
JFA,
Second Layer,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
Joyce Sims,
UT,
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
China Crisis,
DNA,
The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger,
Silicon Teens,
New York Dolls,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scrapy,
Brand Nubian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Althea and Donna,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.