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 Bangladesh and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Wire to the punk 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Little Man,
Magma,
Camberwell Now,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
X-101,
Bobby Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
Nico,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Schoolly D,
Pantaleimon,
Pussy Galore,
AZ,
Underground Resistance,
Harmonia,
Inner City,
New York Dolls,
June Days,
Henry Cow,
Nick Fraelich,
Zero Boys,
R.M.O.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
One Last Wish,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Görl,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
Tommy Roe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Pus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Darondo,
Sandy B,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lightning Bolt,
Essential Logic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.