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 Monaco and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joey Negro to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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,
Pantytec,
Minutemen,
Procol Harum,
Section 25,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
The Martian,
The New Christs,
Rakim,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Motions,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-Ray Spex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Dead Boys,
John Holt,
Ponytail,
Skaos,
The Invisible,
Newcleus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Christie,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Junior Murvin,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ice-T,
June Days,
Surgeon,
Blake Baxter,
The Divine Comedy,
Rapeman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quadrant,
Pussy Galore,
Gong,
Public Enemy,
Radiohead,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Massinfluence,
10cc,
Mark Hollis,
The Fire Engines,
a-ha,
kango's stein massive,
New Age Steppers,
Kenny Larkin,
Kevin Saunderson,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.