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 Congo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aswad to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement,
Oblivians,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
The Human League,
Marmalade,
Trumans Water,
Ronan,
AZ,
Erasure,
Guru Guru,
Pantaleimon,
Essential Logic,
K-Klass,
The Remains,
Ice-T,
Harry Pussy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
EPMD,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Teasers,
Ronnie Foster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
Camouflage,
Das Ding,
Marine Girls,
Excepter,
Soft Cell,
Scion,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiohead,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Names,
Motorama,
The Sonics,
MC5,
Archie Shepp,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Axelrod,
Wasted Youth,
Flipper,
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q65,
Sun Ra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.