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 Barbados and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the jazz 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Nirvana,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
EPMD,
The Associates,
Joe Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Modern Lovers,
The Offenders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mission of Burma,
Metal Thangz,
June Days,
Bill Near,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronnie Foster,
Fluxion,
The Gap Band,
Al Stewart,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy Collins,
The Motions,
The Tremeloes,
Crime,
Chris & Cosey,
Con Funk Shun,
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat,
The Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
Alphaville,
Echospace,
Cluster,
Television Personalities,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
FM Einheit,
Flash Fearless,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
Delta 5,
Essential Logic,
Boz Scaggs,
Chrome,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.