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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roger Hodgson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Names,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Niagra,
Theoretical Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Saccharine Trust,
Junior Murvin,
Nirvana,
Davy DMX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mummies,
Easy Going,
Visage,
The Slackers,
Rapeman,
Surgeon,
Grauzone,
Matthew Bourne,
Yusef Lateef,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust,
The Techniques,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slick Rick,
Television,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros,
Letta Mbulu,
Wolf Eyes,
The Evens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Rufus Thomas,
John Foxx,
Gabor Szabo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ken Boothe,
World's Most,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barry Ungar,
X-Ray Spex,
Ornette Coleman,
the Slits,
Procol Harum,
The Stooges,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.