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 Venezuela and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Deepchord to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
Lightning Bolt,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
B.T. Express,
Little Man,
Technova,
The Standells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
The Pretty Things,
Freddie Wadling,
Y Pants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Starr,
X-102,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
Main Source,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
cv313,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
Q65,
Amon Düül II,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stetsasonic,
Severed Heads,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
OOIOO,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pop Group,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
Eric Copeland,
Al Stewart,
Unrelated Segments,
the Fania All-Stars,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.