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 Mexico and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DJ Sneak to the jazz 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
Scion,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
H. Thieme,
the Sonics,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rufus Thomas,
Nas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy Collins,
Lungfish,
Yaz,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
JFA,
KRS-One,
Donny Hathaway,
Liliput,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
Throbbing Gristle,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-101,
Blossom Toes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix,
Radiohead,
Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Carl Craig,
The Monochrome Set,
Dual Sessions,
The Moleskins,
The Cramps,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Albert Ayler,
Television Personalities,
The Remains,
Ronan,
Circle Jerks,
Adolescents,
The Durutti Column,
the Association,
Deakin,
Swans,
Josef K,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.