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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Al Stewart to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
John Coltrane,
the Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Trumans Water,
Roger Hodgson,
The Seeds,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sugar Minott,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
Interpol,
Loose Ends,
F. McDonald,
Wasted Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
The Slackers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Smog,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
Bill Near,
Monks,
The American Breed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
The Wake,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
Organ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Litter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ponytail,
The Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dave Gahan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heaven 17,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
Althea and Donna,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.