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 Egypt and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the dance 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
Rakim,
The Doors,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms,
Nas,
Magazine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Procol Harum,
Ultra Naté,
Groovy Waters,
Stereo Dub,
Clear Light,
Sam Rivers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kenny Larkin,
Maleditus Sound,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terrestrial Tones,
Tom Boy,
Zapp,
The Move,
The American Breed,
Whodini,
Funky Four + One,
The Leaves,
Darondo,
Heaven 17,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül,
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smoke,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
The Litter,
Skarface,
Chris Corsano,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Saints,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
The Monks,
E-Dancer,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.