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 Fiji and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 cv313 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun City Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scan 7,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Standells,
Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Vogues,
Ice-T,
Rekid,
Goldenarms,
Derrick May,
Surgeon,
The Invisible,
KRS-One,
Nik Kershaw,
Altered Images,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxy Music,
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
Fat Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
Tim Buckley,
Whodini,
Amon Düül II,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
Shuggie Otis,
Talk Talk,
Graham Central Station,
Davy DMX,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gories,
Tommy Roe,
Blancmange,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
R.M.O.,
Q65,
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.