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 Norway and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Byron Stingily to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Subhumans,
The Moody Blues,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
David Bowie,
Moebius,
Little Man,
Fluxion,
Ossler,
Moss Icon,
Echospace,
Black Flag,
Yellowson,
Liliput,
Lightning Bolt,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Whodini,
The Offenders,
Guru Guru,
Spoonie Gee,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maurizio,
Camberwell Now,
Minny Pops,
Jacques Brel,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cure,
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Clear Light,
The Modern Lovers,
ABBA,
Bronski Beat,
The Techniques,
Rufus Thomas,
Hot Snakes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Angels of Light,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalann,
Cybotron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.