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 Malaysia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Joyce Sims to the punk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Crime,
Grauzone,
D'Angelo,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald,
Blancmange,
James White and The Blacks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pole,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
Desert Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Sarah Menescal,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Invisible,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantytec,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Little Man,
Shoche,
Colin Newman,
Robert Hood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Lydon,
ABC,
Quadrant,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gun Club,
Infiniti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dual Sessions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reuben Wilson,
The Durutti Column,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Symarip,
Eden Ahbez,
Juan Atkins,
The Gories,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.