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 Austria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New York Dolls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
the Human League,
The Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
Ludus,
Crime,
Sarah Menescal,
Fad Gadget,
Scion,
Rosa Yemen,
The Human League,
In Retrospect,
Joy Division,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül II,
Sight & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four,
Los Fastidios,
MC5,
Brand Nubian,
Josef K,
The Dirtbombs,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Flag,
Freddie Wadling,
Panda Bear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
The Fall,
Pagans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erasure,
Slick Rick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Red Krayola,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Michelle Simonal,
Half Japanese,
Fela Kuti,
Steve Hackett,
Roger Hodgson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oblivians,
Section 25,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Silicon Teens,
The Gun Club,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.