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 Mauritius and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rock 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Magazine,
The Five Americans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hot Snakes,
The Star Department,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
La Düsseldorf,
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Order,
Mission of Burma,
Intrusion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul Sonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barry Ungar,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Trumans Water,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alphaville,
Reuben Wilson,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
U.S. Maple,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama,
The Fuzztones,
Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Siglo XX,
Aaron Thompson,
Supertramp,
Section 25,
Ludus,
Roxy Music,
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
Symarip,
Charles Mingus,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.