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 Portugal and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Pere Ubu to the grunge 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Procol Harum,
Mantronix,
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mojo Men,
Don Cherry,
Boredoms,
Sugar Minott,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monolake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Neu!,
Pulsallama,
New York Dolls,
Los Fastidios,
Fela Kuti,
Fear,
Little Man,
Chrome,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young,
F. McDonald,
DJ Sneak,
the Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gun Club,
Brick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
Gichy Dan,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Görl,
Fad Gadget,
Pussy Galore,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crime,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Womack,
Lee Hazlewood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Severed Heads,
The Blues Magoos,
Mars,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.