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 Slovakia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pole to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Desert Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
The Standells,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
Niagra,
Pylon,
Wolf Eyes,
Erasure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang On A Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
World's Most,
Make Up,
Dave Gahan,
Black Moon,
The Remains,
David McCallum,
Rotary Connection,
Joensuu 1685,
New York Dolls,
Thompson Twins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flipper,
Frankie Knuckles,
Circle Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
Black Flag,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Hill,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
Hashim,
Crooked Eye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
KRS-One,
JFA,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
the Germs,
Talk Talk,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Christie,
The Selecter,
The Stooges,
cv313,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
Slave,
Fear,
Duran Duran,
The Modern Lovers,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.