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 Yemen and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Holt to the rock 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Divine Comedy,
Lower 48,
Scion,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
Mantronix,
Pulsallama,
Soulsonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Von Mondo,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Hood,
Arcadia,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
The Slits,
Avey Tare,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
Roxette,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
Fear,
China Crisis,
Arthur Verocai,
Darondo,
The Litter,
Marvin Gaye,
the Germs,
Royal Trux,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
Das Ding,
New Age Steppers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
Heaven 17,
The Red Krayola,
Jawbox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Howard Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Hill,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Bananas,
Glenn Branca,
The Fortunes,
Technova,
The Gun Club,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slave,
Main Source,
Symarip,
Sister Nancy,
Sällskapet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.