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 Malaysia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Model 500 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Monks,
In Retrospect,
Aswad,
Kas Product,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angry Samoans,
Agent Orange,
Funkadelic,
Newcleus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monks,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sällskapet,
Darondo,
Bill Near,
Todd Terry,
Donald Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vainqueur,
Morten Harket,
The Leaves,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lightning Bolt,
X-Ray Spex,
Roger Hodgson,
PIL,
Goldenarms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
Y Pants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
UT,
Isaac Hayes,
The Golliwogs,
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson,
The Real Kids,
Graham Central Station,
June of 44,
Lou Christie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Index,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang of Four,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Al Stewart,
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.