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 Peru and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barry Ungar,
Inner City,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Wells,
The Gun Club,
EPMD,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Don Cherry,
Intrusion,
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The United States of America,
Joe Smooth,
The Associates,
The Motions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
MDC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sound Behaviour,
Metal Thangz,
Qualms,
The Slackers,
The Techniques,
Sister Nancy,
Rakim,
New Order,
Anthony Braxton,
Guru Guru,
New Age Steppers,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Pus,
The Fugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Althea and Donna,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Foxx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.