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 Belgium and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kenny Larkin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
the Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy Collins,
Faust,
R.M.O.,
Nas,
The Mojo Men,
Prince Buster,
Fugazi,
The Angels of Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Desert Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Subhumans,
Black Sheep,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango,
Bang On A Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faraquet,
Crime,
Erasure,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
Dawn Penn,
Stereo Dub,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slick Rick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gap Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
the Normal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Das Ding,
Rosa Yemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.