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 Libya and from Mexico City.
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 Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 The J.B.'s to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Prince Buster,
John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Pagans,
Pere Ubu,
Soul II Soul,
Gabor Szabo,
the Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Connie Case,
Fatback Band,
The Buckinghams,
Parry Music,
The Music Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
Y Pants,
Absolute Body Control,
The Evens,
Panda Bear,
Hoover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pretty Things,
Donald Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
The American Breed,
Leonard Cohen,
Eden Ahbez,
Metal Thangz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Los Fastidios,
Ronan,
Blancmange,
June of 44,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra,
kango's stein massive,
Audionom,
Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Depeche Mode,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed,
Roger Hodgson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barclay James Harvest,
H. Thieme,
Erasure,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.