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 Fiji and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Todd Rundgren to the crunk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Patti Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sällskapet,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shoche,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fatback Band,
Basic Channel,
Quantec,
Young Marble Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Charles Mingus,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cure,
The Durutti Column,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Terry,
The Remains,
The Motions,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
Livin' Joy,
Sparks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Model 500,
James White and The Blacks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick Morgan,
Mission of Burma,
Connie Case,
Alton Ellis,
Grauzone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moby Grape,
UT,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dawn Penn,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.