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 Haiti and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Section 25 to the funk 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Gang of Four,
Shoche,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pulsallama,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cramps,
Television Personalities,
The Neon Judgement,
T. Rex,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
Harry Pussy,
Circle Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
Funkadelic,
Sam Rivers,
Barbara Tucker,
Rosa Yemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronan,
The Offenders,
The Sound,
Sun Ra,
Alice Coltrane,
World's Most,
Slave,
The Move,
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
David McCallum,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang On A Can,
Easy Going,
AZ,
cv313,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
PIL,
Silicon Teens,
Cecil Taylor,
This Heat,
Eli Mardock,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smiths,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy Collins,
Section 25,
Crime,
The Associates,
Lalann,
Fluxion,
Kas Product,
Eric Dolphy,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.