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 Colombia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Aloha Tigers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crime,
Black Moon,
Deepchord,
Television,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Kinks,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bluetip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry,
The Dirtbombs,
The Five Americans,
Joey Negro,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cameo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Enemy,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Young Marble Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
PIL,
UT,
kango's stein massive,
Barry Ungar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scan 7,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rekid,
Roger Hodgson,
FM Einheit,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-102,
The Beau Brummels,
Sandy B,
Ronan,
Liliput,
Smog,
Mr. Review,
Excepter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.