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 Korea South and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Arab on Radar,
the Normal,
The Trojans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
In Retrospect,
Kaleidoscope,
Malaria!,
Black Moon,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nirvana,
Lower 48,
The Beau Brummels,
The Modern Lovers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wasted Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
Ornette Coleman,
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
Boredoms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
Newcleus,
Scratch Acid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zapp,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dawn Penn,
The Searchers,
Wally Richardson,
World's Most,
Hashim,
Eddi Front,
The Remains,
a-ha,
Bill Near,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.