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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Nico to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warren Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Axelrod,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minutemen,
Graham Central Station,
Subhumans,
Morten Harket,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monochrome Set,
Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Monks,
Interpol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Henry Cow,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget,
Accadde A,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slits,
ABBA,
The Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Soul II Soul,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masters at Work,
Camberwell Now,
Zapp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris & Cosey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
The Dirtbombs,
UT,
Kerri Chandler,
Babytalk,
Japan,
Scion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
The Misunderstood,
Kenny Larkin,
Rod Modell,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.