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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aloha Tigers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Wasted Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers,
Vainqueur,
Robert Hood,
Derrick May,
Flash Fearless,
Scion,
Moss Icon,
New Order,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Last Poets,
The Skatalites,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Swans,
the Sonics,
the Association,
Slave,
FM Einheit,
The Offenders,
Joey Negro,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
B.T. Express,
Mad Mike,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water,
Newcleus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
Soulsonic Force,
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dawn Penn,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Move,
Black Sheep,
Warren Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
EPMD,
the Normal,
The Vogues,
Lightning Bolt,
10cc,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.