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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Liliput to the rock 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Connie Case,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
Erasure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Adolescents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
The Birthday Party,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cybotron,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
Technova,
Stiv Bators,
Moss Icon,
Interpol,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fugs,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
John Lydon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barry Ungar,
Grey Daturas,
The Durutti Column,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick May,
Moby Grape,
Ossler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arab on Radar,
R.M.O.,
Susan Cadogan,
Tears for Fears,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Morten Harket,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.