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 Morocco and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Laurel Aitken to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
kango's stein massive,
L. Decosne,
The Cramps,
The Walker Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boz Scaggs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yusef Lateef,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Newcleus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin,
Derrick May,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
a-ha,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
The Blues Magoos,
Leonard Cohen,
Pussy Galore,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fad Gadget,
Roxy Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fuzztones,
Organ,
Amon Düül II,
Erasure,
Neil Young,
Adolescents,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brand Nubian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Starr,
Babytalk,
Ohio Players,
Nils Olav,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris Corsano,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
Echospace,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.