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 Iran and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Barracudas,
The Moleskins,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
The Raincoats,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gories,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
Newcleus,
Junior Murvin,
The Red Krayola,
Pagans,
Monks,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Malaria!,
Simply Red,
Alice Coltrane,
Swans,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
The Martian,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Scratch Acid,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
Rapeman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delon & Dalcan,
The J.B.'s,
Faust,
Bronski Beat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Accadde A,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
The Busters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.