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 Moldova and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Slave to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Massinfluence,
Flamin' Groovies,
Silicon Teens,
Model 500,
Robert Hood,
Thee Headcoats,
the Swans,
Vainqueur,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
The Misunderstood,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Rosa Yemen,
PIL,
Sparks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harpers Bizarre,
Slick Rick,
Metal Thangz,
Duran Duran,
The Young Rascals,
Radiohead,
The Human League,
Main Source,
Parry Music,
The Cure,
Fugazi,
Godley & Creme,
Smog,
Inner City,
The Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harmonia,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mojo Men,
Lower 48,
Terry Callier,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alison Limerick,
Malaria!,
Sarah Menescal,
Clear Light,
John Cale,
Swell Maps,
K-Klass,
Don Cherry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blancmange,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
These Immortal Souls,
Dave Gahan,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.