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 Korea South and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Subhumans to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Barbara Tucker,
The Misunderstood,
Lalann,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moleskins,
Icehouse,
Pole,
Inner City,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ludus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
The Fall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wolf Eyes,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
Quadrant,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey,
a-ha,
the Association,
Kayak,
The Happenings,
Make Up,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Television,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sällskapet,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alphaville,
Isaac Hayes,
Loose Ends,
Michelle Simonal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
The Evens,
Eli Mardock,
Cluster,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.