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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Royal Trux,
Motorama,
Desert Stars,
Adolescents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Martian,
Magazine,
Excepter,
Nirvana,
Mandrill,
Arab on Radar,
Yellowson,
Main Source,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
Audionom,
Slave,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Can,
Urselle,
Malaria!,
Model 500,
Quando Quango,
The Tremeloes,
Black Flag,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ponytail,
B.T. Express,
Tommy Roe,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scientists,
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liliput,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Make Up,
The Zeros,
Index,
EPMD,
Clear Light,
Mad Mike,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.