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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mandrill to the grunge 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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?
Mo-Dettes,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
KRS-One,
Ice-T,
Fluxion,
Robert Görl,
Surgeon,
Easy Going,
Crash Course in Science,
Quadrant,
Lungfish,
Section 25,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
Lou Christie,
The Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
Minutemen,
Don Cherry,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound,
Terry Callier,
The Slackers,
Simply Red,
Janne Schatter,
Joy Division,
Archie Shepp,
Y Pants,
Masters at Work,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Five Americans,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
DNA,
Faust,
Minnie Riperton,
Q65,
David McCallum,
Camberwell Now,
Marshall Jefferson,
Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
FM Einheit,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
Shuggie Otis,
T. Rex,
Black Flag,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.