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 Kenya and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Icehouse,
Scan 7,
Kurtis Blow,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
the Association,
Barry Ungar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cymande,
Curtis Mayfield,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
Public Image Ltd.,
Technova,
The Mummies,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
The Victims,
Graham Central Station,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deakin,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eve St. Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cure,
Shuggie Otis,
Audionom,
Lightning Bolt,
The Evens,
Wings,
the Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Yazoo,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slave,
Accadde A,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalann,
New Order,
Oneida,
Wolf Eyes,
Fatback Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
Scratch Acid,
Blancmange,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
Yusef Lateef,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
PIL,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.