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 Macedonia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Divine Comedy to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Jacob Miller,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moody Blues,
Lindisfarne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Machine,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
Kayak,
The Durutti Column,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masters at Work,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantytec,
Guru Guru,
Godley & Creme,
Sarah Menescal,
Main Source,
Scott Walker,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sex Pistols,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alphaville,
X-102,
Desert Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Junior Murvin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sällskapet,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.