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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Steve Hackett to the crunk 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy Collins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lungfish,
Grauzone,
Technova,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
Vladislav Delay,
Essential Logic,
The New Christs,
Brand Nubian,
Sarah Menescal,
Jawbox,
F. McDonald,
Steve Hackett,
The Skatalites,
Robert Hood,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Young Rascals,
Intrusion,
The Happenings,
Rakim,
The Martian,
Sam Rivers,
Sight & Sound,
The Monks,
Moss Icon,
Joe Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Sneak,
Bush Tetras,
Dawn Penn,
Nirvana,
Can,
Mr. Review,
Flamin' Groovies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
Depeche Mode,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Certain Ratio,
Panda Bear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visage,
Ponytail,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pagans,
PIL,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Silicon Teens,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.