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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 techno 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Slave,
Rapeman,
Minny Pops,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
Lucky Dragons,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Smog,
X-Ray Spex,
Agent Orange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül,
Essential Logic,
Rotary Connection,
Absolute Body Control,
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
The Gladiators,
Crooked Eye,
Bang On A Can,
Oneida,
Animal Collective,
The Fortunes,
F. McDonald,
Marvin Gaye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yaz,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
The Standells,
Monolake,
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
Icehouse,
John Coltrane,
The Gories,
The Monochrome Set,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Ultra Naté,
Anakelly,
Can,
Whodini,
Pole,
The Last Poets,
UT,
Man Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.