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 Comoros and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Maleditus Sound to the rock 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Deadbeat,
Siglo XX,
10cc,
Joe Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
Clear Light,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang of Four,
The J.B.'s,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
Darondo,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
Eric Copeland,
Ludus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Moon,
The Evens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erykah Badu,
Sällskapet,
The Gun Club,
Pantytec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Pylon,
Grey Daturas,
World's Most,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Main Source,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
Massinfluence,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
Erasure,
the Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Swell Maps,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
FM Einheit,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
PIL,
Agent Orange,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.