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 Argentina and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Mantronix to the rock 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Skriet,
Unwound,
Arcadia,
Neu!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
Arab on Radar,
Harry Pussy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chrome,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sam Rivers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
Delta 5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Bourne,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fat Boys,
Dead Boys,
Oblivians,
The Alarm Clocks,
AZ,
Connie Case,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Victims,
ABBA,
Carl Craig,
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Grass Roots,
Faraquet,
The Fortunes,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
The Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Sonics,
The Star Department,
Lucky Dragons,
10cc,
Avey Tare,
Saccharine Trust,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
Eve St. Jones,
Loose Ends,
Arthur Verocai,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lakeside,
Josef K,
Procol Harum,
R.M.O.,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.