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 Kosovo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lower 48 to the jazz 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Organ,
Bobby Byrd,
The Real Kids,
David McCallum,
Crispy Ambulance,
K-Klass,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rapeman,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
Babytalk,
Andrew Hill,
The Black Dice,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Womack,
L. Decosne,
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
Dennis Brown,
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
Negative Approach,
Lakeside,
Colin Newman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moleskins,
Subhumans,
Wally Richardson,
Make Up,
Man Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Model 500,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Davy DMX,
H. Thieme,
Quantec,
Aural Exciters,
Eve St. Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Alice Coltrane,
Pagans,
Q and Not U,
Soul II Soul,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television Personalities,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smoke,
Kerri Chandler,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
the Germs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vainqueur,
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.