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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Supertramp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Zero Boys,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
Echospace,
This Heat,
The Standells,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sex Pistols,
Malaria!,
Quadrant,
Parry Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
The Barracudas,
James White and The Blacks,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
Alice Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
Erasure,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scrapy,
Bauhaus,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dead C,
The Seeds,
The Cramps,
Lower 48,
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
Drexciya,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
Popol Vuh,
Black Moon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Porter Ricks,
Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Velvet Underground,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
CMW,
Pussy Galore,
Eden Ahbez,
Fatback Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronan,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.