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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Godley & Creme,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
Dawn Penn,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Cal Tjader,
Rapeman,
Nils Olav,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultra Naté,
Piero Umiliani,
Nas,
the Slits,
The Residents,
Gang Green,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Normal,
Negative Approach,
Bauhaus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Josef K,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
B.T. Express,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys,
Erasure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barbara Tucker,
Byron Stingily,
Newcleus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Motions,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
Hoover,
Unrelated Segments,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Offenders,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Aswad,
Funkadelic,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.