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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radio Birdman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
CMW,
Nico,
Wasted Youth,
Joyce Sims,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
DNA,
The Names,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Section 25,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
Lower 48,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Selecter,
Nas,
Sun Ra,
Rosa Yemen,
Intrusion,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
Motorama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scan 7,
Pierre Henry,
The Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blossom Toes,
Eli Mardock,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New York Dolls,
Minny Pops,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Thompson Twins,
Guru Guru,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.