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 Cyprus and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neil Young to the grunge 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Susan Cadogan,
Yaz,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Saccharine Trust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blues Magoos,
Lyres,
Unrelated Segments,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pop Group,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cluster,
The Invisible,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donald Byrd,
Nico,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
EPMD,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
World's Most,
Fear,
Altered Images,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sound,
cv313,
Reagan Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Walker Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Star Department,
Yazoo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Standells,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
The Last Poets,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Rapeman,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers,
Graham Central Station,
Scientists,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marine Girls,
Bill Wells,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.