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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Funky Four + One to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Sex Pistols,
Ultra Naté,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers,
Sandy B,
CMW,
the Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Hill,
Fear,
June of 44,
Model 500,
Lungfish,
Archie Shepp,
the Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Brick,
DJ Style,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Niagra,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABC,
Man Eating Sloth,
R.M.O.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
The Techniques,
Pole,
Angry Samoans,
Cal Tjader,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan,
Crash Course in Science,
Adolescents,
Technova,
Cymande,
Terry Callier,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Grass Roots,
The Beau Brummels,
Fluxion,
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
Au Pairs,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Rundgren,
Vladislav Delay,
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.