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 Namibia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 The Pop Group to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Busters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Velvet Underground,
Boredoms,
Fluxion,
The Trojans,
The Moleskins,
Davy DMX,
Chris & Cosey,
Mars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick May,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fall,
Bobby Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
Hot Snakes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cramps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roger Hodgson,
a-ha,
Wire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
OOIOO,
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scan 7,
Little Man,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
Unwound,
Rites of Spring,
Rapeman,
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
Tommy Roe,
Dave Gahan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.