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 Ivory Coast and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
L. Decosne,
Slave,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
The Kinks,
Monolake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moby Grape,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
Terry Callier,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cowsills,
The Cure,
The Durutti Column,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blake Baxter,
Tears for Fears,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
Charles Mingus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
KRS-One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
T. Rex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
Second Layer,
Blossom Toes,
AZ,
The Vogues,
Jandek,
Reagan Youth,
Section 25,
Harmonia,
The Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Zero Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
cv313,
Nas,
Ten City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Bowie,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.