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 Andorra and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sällskapet to the punk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 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?
Unrelated Segments,
The Dirtbombs,
Juan Atkins,
Oneida,
Minor Threat,
Wasted Youth,
Khruangbin,
Duran Duran,
New York Dolls,
This Heat,
Absolute Body Control,
Funky Four + One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bronski Beat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Associates,
Fat Boys,
Boredoms,
Man Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Ice-T,
The Selecter,
Lakeside,
OOIOO,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jimmy McGriff,
Lebanon Hanover,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scion,
Sun City Girls,
Pulsallama,
Gong,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Groovy Waters,
Pantaleimon,
Tears for Fears,
Hot Snakes,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Sherman,
Ten City,
Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Von Mondo,
R.M.O.,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.