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 Greece and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grime 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Graham Central Station,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young,
Section 25,
Sandy B,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Make Up,
Urselle,
Inner City,
L. Decosne,
Bauhaus,
Erasure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kevin Saunderson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mummies,
Susan Cadogan,
Spoonie Gee,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
Rod Modell,
Tim Buckley,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Index,
Franke,
Organ,
Newcleus,
Oblivians,
Gang Green,
The Gladiators,
Gang Starr,
K-Klass,
David Axelrod,
John Lydon,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
MDC,
The Moody Blues,
New Order,
Shoche,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Popol Vuh,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.