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 Slovenia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Anakelly to the crunk 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Steve Hackett,
Vainqueur,
Soulsonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Golliwogs,
Ituana,
Idris Muhammad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funkadelic,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Susan Cadogan,
Tubeway Army,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
Pagans,
Radio Birdman,
Dennis Brown,
Audionom,
Roxy Music,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Prince Buster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Franke,
Clear Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Technova,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Khruangbin,
Fela Kuti,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Human League,
Agent Orange,
Eric B and Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mantronix,
The Residents,
The Human League,
The Music Machine,
The Victims,
Loose Ends,
Minor Threat,
Hardrive,
The Associates,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.