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 Greece and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Sun City Girls to the rap 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monolake,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deepchord,
Kas Product,
This Heat,
Skarface,
Archie Shepp,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Görl,
a-ha,
cv313,
Fad Gadget,
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Hood,
Japan,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
Rapeman,
The Searchers,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Clarke,
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
Television,
Rakim,
Black Moon,
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slick Rick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Accadde A,
The Count Five,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
Eve St. Jones,
New York Dolls,
The Blackbyrds,
Grauzone,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Five Americans,
Fatback Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman,
Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
Tears for Fears,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.