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 Egypt and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Tremeloes to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Faust,
Gabor Szabo,
Little Man,
Tomorrow,
Nas,
Blancmange,
John Holt,
Accadde A,
Rapeman,
David McCallum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bad Manners,
The Real Kids,
Scion,
Los Fastidios,
Saccharine Trust,
PIL,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aural Exciters,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Sonics,
The Associates,
The Gun Club,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Surgeon,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra,
Brand Nubian,
Fear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Copeland,
Black Sheep,
Aaron Thompson,
The Durutti Column,
The Doors,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Steve Hackett,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantaleimon,
The Techniques,
Agent Orange,
Deakin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ice-T,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anakelly,
Yellowson,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.