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 Monaco and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Rites of Spring to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Lungfish,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pulsallama,
Peter and Kerry,
Excepter,
Roger Hodgson,
Nas,
The Litter,
Rekid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Archie Shepp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach,
PIL,
Kas Product,
Traffic Nightmare,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronnie Foster,
Boz Scaggs,
Albert Ayler,
Deadbeat,
Visage,
Section 25,
Sexual Harrassment,
Severed Heads,
Camouflage,
Kaleidoscope,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
Warren Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Ten City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mr. Review,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eurythmics,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool Moe Dee,
B.T. Express,
Loose Ends,
Yaz,
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.