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 Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Colin Newman to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Bronski Beat,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra,
Thee Headcoats,
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Severed Heads,
The Birthday Party,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Symarip,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Fat Boys,
Intrusion,
Kerri Chandler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
Cal Tjader,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
The United States of America,
Maleditus Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Remains,
Neil Young,
Neu!,
The Pop Group,
Sixth Finger,
FM Einheit,
Nation of Ulysses,
Metal Thangz,
Half Japanese,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ohio Players,
Bluetip,
The Monochrome Set,
Television Personalities,
Cheater Slicks,
Jandek,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mandrill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.