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 Uganda and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Joe Finger to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Mojo Men,
The Durutti Column,
MC5,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
Mr. Review,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
Brick,
The Grass Roots,
Ronan,
Scientists,
Can,
Marvin Gaye,
the Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
OOIOO,
Infiniti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
A Certain Ratio,
Nils Olav,
Gang Gang Dance,
Main Source,
Loose Ends,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
The Searchers,
Basic Channel,
The Litter,
LL Cool J,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
Index,
Eli Mardock,
Interpol,
The Star Department,
The Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul Sonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.