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 Nigeria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Mary Jane Girls to the disco 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Matthew Halsall,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unrelated Segments,
Laurel Aitken,
CMW,
Radiohead,
T.S.O.L.,
Junior Murvin,
The Zeros,
John Foxx,
Erykah Badu,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
Accadde A,
World's Most,
Bob Dylan,
Basic Channel,
Pole,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bluetip,
Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Music Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Rotary Connection,
Sandy B,
Schoolly D,
K-Klass,
Ultravox,
Eve St. Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yazoo,
Crime,
The Fugs,
Das Ding,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harmonia,
Nas,
The Last Poets,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.