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 Mexico and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Intrusion to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Kayak,
Minny Pops,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chrome,
Rites of Spring,
The Gun Club,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
Aural Exciters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tim Buckley,
This Heat,
Outsiders,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra,
Boredoms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harry Pussy,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spandau Ballet,
Wally Richardson,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
the Germs,
Anakelly,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
Jawbox,
Bobby Byrd,
Section 25,
The Durutti Column,
Dark Day,
Soul II Soul,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Man Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Skriet,
Agitation Free,
Kas Product,
Suburban Knight,
Sister Nancy,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.