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 Germany and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Shadows of Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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,
Ultravox,
Sandy B,
Dual Sessions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
D'Angelo,
Howard Jones,
Skaos,
Sparks,
Alice Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Womack,
The Busters,
Reagan Youth,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
Sam Rivers,
Suicide,
Procol Harum,
Scrapy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Misunderstood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Porter Ricks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Velvet Underground,
Inner City,
Al Stewart,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Trumans Water,
Warsaw,
JFA,
Unwound,
Bang On A Can,
E-Dancer,
Charles Mingus,
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
Joy Division,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hoover,
H. Thieme,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
Roger Hodgson,
R.M.O.,
Sällskapet,
Tim Buckley,
The Slackers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eli Mardock,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.