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 China and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rock 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yazoo,
Magazine,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Christie,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
In Retrospect,
Con Funk Shun,
Sex Pistols,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blossom Toes,
Pole,
David McCallum,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Massinfluence,
Franke,
Pussy Galore,
Popol Vuh,
Gichy Dan,
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fluxion,
Shoche,
The Names,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
Junior Murvin,
Bluetip,
Joyce Sims,
A Certain Ratio,
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
Don Cherry,
MC5,
Tim Buckley,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blackbyrds,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
Lindisfarne,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cameo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Average White Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.