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 Finland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Colin Newman to the rock 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
Duran Duran,
Blake Baxter,
Young Marble Giants,
Essential Logic,
KRS-One,
Leonard Cohen,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neu!,
Suicide,
Public Enemy,
The Young Rascals,
Circle Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
June of 44,
Ultravox,
John Lydon,
Skriet,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy Collins,
Toni Rubio,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q65,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DNA,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
EPMD,
The Misunderstood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Main Source,
Gang of Four,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blues Magoos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donald Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Yusef Lateef,
The Evens,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cure,
Unwound,
Ponytail,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.