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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Barclay James Harvest to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
Groovy Waters,
Pagans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Star Department,
The Wake,
Aaron Thompson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Procol Harum,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultra Naté,
Graham Central Station,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Zeros,
The Stooges,
Easy Going,
Nirvana,
Qualms,
Minor Threat,
Pulsallama,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
Funky Four + One,
The Doors,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Niagra,
The Selecter,
H. Thieme,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Sight & Sound,
Subhumans,
Aloha Tigers,
FM Einheit,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Offenders,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gabor Szabo,
Roger Hodgson,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.