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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
The Move,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dave Gahan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
The Kinks,
Swell Maps,
Slave,
Desert Stars,
Ice-T,
Au Pairs,
Pantaleimon,
The Skatalites,
Marc Almond,
Dark Day,
Erasure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
Ohio Players,
Unrelated Segments,
Rotary Connection,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
World's Most,
Spoonie Gee,
Hoover,
Khruangbin,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Colin Newman,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
Magma,
Soul II Soul,
Wings,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
Funky Four + One,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liliput,
John Lydon,
Pulsallama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Ten City,
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
Laurel Aitken,
Rosa Yemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.