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 Luxembourg and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Niagra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 organ and a 808 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Walker Brothers,
Quadrant,
The Saints,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Cybotron,
Soulsonic Force,
Duran Duran,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Dennis Brown,
Zapp,
The Star Department,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
The Move,
Patti Smith,
The Selecter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Five Americans,
June of 44,
The Tremeloes,
Black Flag,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlback,
MDC,
Ludus,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Real Kids,
Gang Green,
Aloha Tigers,
The Zeros,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
OOIOO,
Chris & Cosey,
ABBA,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
The Raincoats,
Camberwell Now,
Connie Case,
X-102,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front,
Mr. Review,
John Cale,
Skarface,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.