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 Finland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deakin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fat Boys,
The United States of America,
K-Klass,
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
Ossler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liliput,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Toni Rubio,
Suburban Knight,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Judy Mowatt,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
the Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Lungfish,
the Human League,
Delta 5,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Franke,
Can,
Roxy Music,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Second Layer,
Laurel Aitken,
Agent Orange,
Alphaville,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Darondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gichy Dan,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
Harmonia,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
The Happenings,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.