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 Sri Lanka and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rap 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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rites of Spring,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Babytalk,
Pylon,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
Outsiders,
Aural Exciters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Idris Muhammad,
Joey Negro,
Dual Sessions,
Flash Fearless,
David Axelrod,
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
Panda Bear,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
Severed Heads,
Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Count Five,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
10cc,
Pole,
Gang Starr,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Sight & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gong,
The Names,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.