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 Antigua and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moss Icon to the dance 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Crime,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Franke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Martian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
World's Most,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mars,
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Pylon,
Rites of Spring,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
L. Decosne,
Kayak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Newcleus,
Pierre Henry,
Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
New York Dolls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Zeros,
Scratch Acid,
Magazine,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Standells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Basic Channel,
The Red Krayola,
Judy Mowatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hardrive,
Marvin Gaye,
Reagan Youth,
The Gun Club,
Banda Bassotti,
Marmalade,
Negative Approach,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.