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 Venezuela and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Archie Shepp,
Radiohead,
Roxette,
Siglo XX,
Hashim,
Harmonia,
Depeche Mode,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rosa Yemen,
This Heat,
The Fuzztones,
Hoover,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
The Offenders,
Visage,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rod Modell,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Wake,
Basic Channel,
Kayak,
The Martian,
Anthony Braxton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sugar Minott,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
Patti Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crooked Eye,
Procol Harum,
The Zeros,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.