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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
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 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 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
Negative Approach,
the Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Blancmange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Moebius,
Avey Tare,
E-Dancer,
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Janne Schatter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liliput,
Lyres,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange,
This Heat,
Icehouse,
K-Klass,
Mission of Burma,
Crime,
Nas,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
Radio Birdman,
the Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arcadia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
A Certain Ratio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shuggie Otis,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
The Five Americans,
Black Sheep,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Smog,
The Litter,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.