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 Cyprus and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 MDC to the grunge 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Darondo,
Pulsallama,
Wally Richardson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ludus,
Gang Starr,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
Malaria!,
The Tremeloes,
Yellowson,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Franke,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül,
Boz Scaggs,
Hashim,
Liliput,
Slick Rick,
Eve St. Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
The Dead C,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
cv313,
Erykah Badu,
Silicon Teens,
Joy Division,
the Slits,
Pantytec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camberwell Now,
Tears for Fears,
Pharoah Sanders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mr. Review,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Techniques,
DJ Style,
Brand Nubian,
Royal Trux,
Altered Images,
The Music Machine,
Dave Gahan,
The Blackbyrds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter and Kerry,
Wings,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.