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 Nauru and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Davy DMX to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a sitar 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Alison Limerick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cluster,
Rufus Thomas,
Ossler,
The Busters,
One Last Wish,
The United States of America,
Ludus,
Amon Düül II,
Heaven 17,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
The Modern Lovers,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
Jeff Lynne,
Sex Pistols,
The Grass Roots,
Joy Division,
The Litter,
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Görl,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
Stereo Dub,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Symarip,
Black Flag,
The Last Poets,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scrapy,
MDC,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
Fad Gadget,
The Searchers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television,
Terry Callier,
Porter Ricks,
Icehouse,
The Selecter,
The Names,
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Machine,
Faust,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.