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 Indonesia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell to the grunge 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
Cluster,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
Outsiders,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slits,
This Heat,
Freddie Wadling,
Faraquet,
The Gladiators,
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
Judy Mowatt,
Adolescents,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
JFA,
Bobby Sherman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monochrome Set,
Slave,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television,
Pantaleimon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Vogues,
Groovy Waters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Holt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
PIL,
Sister Nancy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
Magma,
The Fortunes,
Quantec,
The Leaves,
The Happenings,
Monks,
Connie Case,
Stiv Bators,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Last Poets,
MC5,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.