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 Malaysia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Howard Jones to the rock 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
Amazonics,
Monolake,
Mars,
Lucky Dragons,
Aswad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Copeland,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
ABC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minor Threat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
Tears for Fears,
Guru Guru,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ice-T,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna,
Bang On A Can,
Saccharine Trust,
The Happenings,
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
Joensuu 1685,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blossom Toes,
Tim Buckley,
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
Scientists,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Clarke,
Dennis Brown,
The Selecter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül,
Arthur Verocai,
Wire,
Lungfish,
T.S.O.L.,
Magma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Carl Craig,
Yazoo,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.