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 Singapore and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
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 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 Aural Exciters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gichy Dan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pretty Things,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Au Pairs,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Pus,
Interpol,
The Remains,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monolake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
Boredoms,
Fat Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wasted Youth,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maurizio,
Brand Nubian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sam Rivers,
Stereo Dub,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Wyatt,
Anakelly,
Archie Shepp,
DNA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Adolescents,
Morten Harket,
Infiniti,
the Germs,
Circle Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
Sarah Menescal,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Patti Smith,
Unwound,
Mars,
The Pop Group,
Vainqueur,
Warsaw,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.