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 France and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Siglo XX to the jazz 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Blancmange,
PIL,
Robert Hood,
Ultravox,
Tim Buckley,
Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Hoover,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Smooth,
Dark Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Icehouse,
Robert Wyatt,
The United States of America,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
Pagans,
James White and The Blacks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sound,
Amazonics,
Bill Near,
Faraquet,
The Offenders,
John Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jandek,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Kinks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slick Rick,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
Brick,
Don Cherry,
Skarface,
Interpol,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
Soft Cell,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
Howard Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slave,
Gang Gang Dance,
MDC,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.