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 Kiribati and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scan 7 to the grime 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Delta 5,
Gong,
The Busters,
John Coltrane,
10cc,
The Skatalites,
David Bowie,
Groovy Waters,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne,
Crime,
China Crisis,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Mills,
New Order,
the Soft Cell,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
Maleditus Sound,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Halsall,
E-Dancer,
The J.B.'s,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
June Days,
Skarface,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Lydon,
Bill Wells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Archie Shepp,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Supertramp,
Lou Christie,
Grauzone,
Dead Boys,
Darondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed,
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
48th St. Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Visage,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.