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 Marshall Islands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Qualms,
cv313,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
Don Cherry,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warren Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cure,
Ossler,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
Masters at Work,
Gang of Four,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
Minutemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shoche,
Marmalade,
Bill Wells,
Yaz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mandrill,
Byron Stingily,
The Martian,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Slits,
Dead Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
In Retrospect,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
Altered Images,
LL Cool J,
The Cowsills,
The Red Krayola,
Niagra,
The Barracudas,
Tears for Fears,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
Gang Green,
Ken Boothe,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doors,
John Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Hasil Adkins,
Television Personalities,
the Normal,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.