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 Morocco and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Metal Thangz to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Remains,
The Motions,
The Wake,
Jerry's Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Green,
Nirvana,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New York Dolls,
the Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Bill Near,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
Aswad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deadbeat,
Charles Mingus,
Los Fastidios,
The Mummies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
The Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
Ponytail,
Country Teasers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Archie Shepp,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Wyatt,
Theoretical Girls,
MDC,
Leonard Cohen,
The Litter,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
Guru Guru,
Slick Rick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.