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 Uruguay and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Manchester and Copenhagen.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rock 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
Mandrill,
Visage,
The Selecter,
Goldenarms,
Pierre Henry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
the Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Ice-T,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Adolescents,
Tubeway Army,
Michelle Simonal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
The Searchers,
Connie Case,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Associates,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dave Gahan,
Quantec,
The Walker Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flipper,
Severed Heads,
Isaac Hayes,
the Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Subhumans,
CMW,
10cc,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Age Steppers,
Grauzone,
Prince Buster,
Half Japanese,
The Offenders,
Sparks,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Mad Mike,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spoonie Gee,
The Residents,
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.