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 Syria and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sun Ra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Mills,
F. McDonald,
Radio Birdman,
The Velvet Underground,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
Oblivians,
Godley & Creme,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Roger Hodgson,
Mantronix,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
Oneida,
Tubeway Army,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marine Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Finger,
The Gories,
Can,
China Crisis,
The American Breed,
Fela Kuti,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
Juan Atkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
ABBA,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arcadia,
Althea and Donna,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius,
48th St. Collective,
OOIOO,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.