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 Serbia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Terrestrial Tones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Wire,
Derrick Morgan,
John Cale,
the Normal,
Barry Ungar,
Prince Buster,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
Joey Negro,
John Holt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier,
Marine Girls,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
Mantronix,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
Dark Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Au Pairs,
Black Pus,
Main Source,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dead C,
FM Einheit,
Shoche,
Arab on Radar,
The Move,
Simply Red,
Slick Rick,
Soul Sonic Force,
One Last Wish,
The Monochrome Set,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Victims,
Crooked Eye,
Yaz,
The Knickerbockers,
Motorama,
The Music Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
The Searchers,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Whodini,
Erykah Badu,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.