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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Los Fastidios to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens,
Fela Kuti,
kango's stein massive,
Black Sheep,
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pretty Things,
K-Klass,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rakim,
In Retrospect,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
Scan 7,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Colin Newman,
Maurizio,
Supertramp,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drexciya,
The Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
Jandek,
Crime,
The Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
Schoolly D,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
Joensuu 1685,
Prince Buster,
Bob Dylan,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
Jawbox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus,
LL Cool J,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
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.