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 Mauritania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pole to the dance 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
Second Layer,
Colin Newman,
Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Barracudas,
Nils Olav,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
Young Marble Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alton Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-102,
Arcadia,
the Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doors,
Aural Exciters,
Smog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Görl,
Scrapy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bluetip,
Index,
Lucky Dragons,
The Martian,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Flag,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Altered Images,
The Young Rascals,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Machine,
The Gun Club,
Heaven 17,
Inner City,
The Index,
Neu!,
Bauhaus,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.