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 France and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Saints to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Skriet,
Stetsasonic,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Terry,
Nik Kershaw,
Max Romeo,
Outsiders,
Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MDC,
Parry Music,
Stiv Bators,
John Lydon,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
World's Most,
Andrew Hill,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
Arcadia,
Mantronix,
H. Thieme,
X-101,
The Star Department,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oblivians,
The Move,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
Ossler,
Bad Manners,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Hood,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tim Buckley,
Fela Kuti,
Connie Case,
Bobby Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Deakin,
Kerri Chandler,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.