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 Laos and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Mo-Dettes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
June Days,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Tubeway Army,
Lee Hazlewood,
Archie Shepp,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonny Sharrock,
Surgeon,
Icehouse,
The Beau Brummels,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
UT,
John Foxx,
Delta 5,
The Names,
DNA,
Parry Music,
The Techniques,
Jimmy McGriff,
Livin' Joy,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Slits,
Aswad,
Scientists,
Harry Pussy,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
Make Up,
Swell Maps,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick May,
Unwound,
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
Absolute Body Control,
Buzzcocks,
Monolake,
Rakim,
Minny Pops,
KRS-One,
Qualms,
Crooked Eye,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark 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.