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 Laos and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
The Buckinghams,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Duran Duran,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy,
Moss Icon,
Camouflage,
Scion,
Nico,
Bobby Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Qualms,
Mars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scratch Acid,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
Brass Construction,
Derrick May,
Hardrive,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
Underground Resistance,
cv313,
Hoover,
Deepchord,
The Saints,
Kayak,
Sun City Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare,
Banda Bassotti,
B.T. Express,
Intrusion,
Livin' Joy,
New Age Steppers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
Bob Dylan,
The Doors,
Lindisfarne,
Aural Exciters,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erykah Badu,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.