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 United States and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Prince Buster to the rock 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rod Modell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick May,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grey Daturas,
Neu!,
World's Most,
Deepchord,
Babytalk,
Public Enemy,
H. Thieme,
Iggy Pop,
Swans,
Amazonics,
Masters at Work,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
Scion,
Sun City Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
The Trojans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Young Rascals,
The Red Krayola,
Cybotron,
Pere Ubu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacob Miller,
Dead Boys,
the Sonics,
The Smoke,
Niagra,
Rufus Thomas,
The Black Dice,
B.T. Express,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Index,
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mark Hollis,
Youth Brigade,
Joy Division,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Fraelich,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
David McCallum,
Soulsonic Force,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.