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 Moldova and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Schoolly D 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Intrusion,
Royal Trux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
Morten Harket,
Visage,
Skaos,
Brick,
The Sound,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
Alice Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
June Days,
U.S. Maple,
Brass Construction,
The Pop Group,
Black Bananas,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
Goldenarms,
Byron Stingily,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oblivians,
The Standells,
Interpol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dennis Brown,
Technova,
MC5,
Liliput,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Scrapy,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Youth Brigade,
Organ,
Swans,
The Saints,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
Whodini,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.