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 Lebanon and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 This Heat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
World's Most,
ABC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cal Tjader,
the Association,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
the Germs,
Cameo,
The Count Five,
Eurythmics,
Interpol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eli Mardock,
Schoolly D,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bob Dylan,
cv313,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
UT,
June of 44,
The Stooges,
Scratch Acid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Hoover,
Simply Red,
In Retrospect,
Underground Resistance,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
The Gap Band,
Suicide,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Sneak,
Nik Kershaw,
Skaos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Young Rascals,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fad Gadget,
Cybotron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
Fugazi,
Ultra Naté,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
The Martian,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pylon,
Grey Daturas,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.