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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 a harpsichord and a marimba 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker,
Michelle Simonal,
Simply Red,
Ossler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
Cal Tjader,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
Los Fastidios,
Yusef Lateef,
Bauhaus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
New York Dolls,
The Leaves,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skaos,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
Royal Trux,
Visage,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
Deepchord,
Brass Construction,
Crime,
Basic Channel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Evens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
Juan Atkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.