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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the jazz 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Trojans,
Trumans Water,
Alison Limerick,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Green,
the Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
The Count Five,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rekid,
Magazine,
D'Angelo,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
Fear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gladiators,
The Move,
Skarface,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
The Vogues,
The Angels of Light,
Gong,
Q and Not U,
Ituana,
Anakelly,
John Foxx,
Underground Resistance,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
Henry Cow,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry's Kids,
Easy Going,
Simply Red,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vladislav Delay,
LL Cool J,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Letta Mbulu,
John Holt,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Sexual Harrassment,
Darondo,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Wyatt,
Ice-T,
Slave,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.