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 Israel and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Hasil Adkins,
cv313,
Harry Pussy,
Connie Case,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rites of Spring,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
Moebius,
MC5,
Can,
Q and Not U,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
Aaron Thompson,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Second Layer,
Adolescents,
Cluster,
The Fortunes,
Mark Hollis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones,
a-ha,
ABC,
Fat Boys,
The Stooges,
Duran Duran,
Schoolly D,
The Standells,
Silicon Teens,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Green,
Suicide,
K-Klass,
David Axelrod,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Near,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxette,
Warren Ellis,
This Heat,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Oblivians,
AZ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MDC,
CMW,
Charles Mingus,
Liliput,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smiths,
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.