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 Estonia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kool Moe Dee to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Colin Newman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erykah Badu,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
Sex Pistols,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cymande,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Ten City,
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Grass Roots,
L. Decosne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
Roxy Music,
cv313,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jawbox,
Urselle,
The Searchers,
The Cramps,
Soul Sonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
the Germs,
Juan Atkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
B.T. Express,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lower 48,
Ronan,
Roger Hodgson,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
La Düsseldorf,
The Martian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Bourne,
John Cale,
The Trojans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Franke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
In Retrospect,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.