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 Greece and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lyres to the disco 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Order,
Nas,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway,
Funky Four + One,
the Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Oneida,
John Lydon,
Popol Vuh,
Peter and Kerry,
The Tremeloes,
Cluster,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls,
The Raincoats,
Masters at Work,
The Star Department,
Minnie Riperton,
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Remains,
The Evens,
Subhumans,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
The Count Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Boz Scaggs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pere Ubu,
Bluetip,
Japan,
Bootsy Collins,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül,
FM Einheit,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
The Happenings,
Cybotron,
Marvin Gaye,
Unrelated Segments,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Janne Schatter,
La Düsseldorf,
Malaria!,
EPMD,
Brick,
Fatback Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cameo,
the Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Porter Ricks,
Piero Umiliani,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.