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 Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Alice Coltrane to the funk 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
June Days,
Brick,
The Martian,
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T. Rex,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
CMW,
Rotary Connection,
Pylon,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
Quando Quango,
Jerry's Kids,
The American Breed,
The Music Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Smog,
Stiv Bators,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joyce Sims,
Pere Ubu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
Spoonie Gee,
Agent Orange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cecil Taylor,
Sparks,
Cameo,
Arcadia,
Kas Product,
KRS-One,
Section 25,
Suicide,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Porter Ricks,
Roger Hodgson,
Deakin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
Mandrill,
Kenny Larkin,
David McCallum,
Judy Mowatt,
Bad Manners,
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.