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 the UAE 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Newcleus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echospace,
The Associates,
Slick Rick,
X-101,
Mandrill,
MC5,
David Bowie,
Lou Christie,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
The Victims,
John Holt,
Carl Craig,
Circle Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Japan,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
Agitation Free,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABBA,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gabor Szabo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
cv313,
Lyres,
Kayak,
Accadde A,
EPMD,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
Magazine,
The Toasters,
The Last Poets,
The Busters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Count Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bob Dylan,
Flipper,
Eric Copeland,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.