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 San Marino and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Anakelly to the crunk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
The Modern Lovers,
Lungfish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Raincoats,
Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Porter Ricks,
Icehouse,
Hashim,
Organ,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
Procol Harum,
E-Dancer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
The Busters,
Minutemen,
The Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swell Maps,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Machine,
One Last Wish,
Gong,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crash Course in Science,
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Carl Craig,
Hot Snakes,
The Star Department,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dennis Brown,
The Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Q and Not U,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
Tom Boy,
Rosa Yemen,
New York Dolls,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.