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 Argentina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Dennis Brown to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
Nils Olav,
Joe Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
Public Enemy,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Wyatt,
John Foxx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Sherman,
Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
New Order,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scan 7,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gap Band,
Eurythmics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angry Samoans,
Lee Hazlewood,
The American Breed,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalann,
Ronnie Foster,
The Grass Roots,
Graham Central Station,
Marvin Gaye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Stooges,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
Model 500,
Urselle,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Pus,
D'Angelo,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.