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 Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Hardrive to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Mad Mike,
The Selecter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
The Knickerbockers,
Inner City,
Pylon,
the Germs,
Excepter,
Kas Product,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
The Raincoats,
The Skatalites,
The Birthday Party,
Idris Muhammad,
JFA,
Babytalk,
Fat Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cowsills,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fugs,
Q65,
D'Angelo,
Delta 5,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Cal Tjader,
Hoover,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Machine,
The Gap Band,
Carl Craig,
Piero Umiliani,
Hardrive,
Brass Construction,
Nas,
Panda Bear,
The Golliwogs,
Franke,
Warsaw,
Marmalade,
Negative Approach,
The Wake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Hood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Youth Brigade,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
Schoolly D,
Dead Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grauzone,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.