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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The New Christs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
10cc,
The Five Americans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Wake,
Brothers Johnson,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alphaville,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Skatalites,
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Letta Mbulu,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Das Ding,
Infiniti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
China Crisis,
The Motions,
Davy DMX,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
Reuben Wilson,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
Darondo,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Associates,
The Evens,
The Angels of Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
DNA,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gun Club,
Quando Quango,
MC5,
Robert Görl,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
Bauhaus,
Lakeside,
Ohio Players,
New Order,
Hasil Adkins,
Chrome,
Dennis Brown,
Wally Richardson,
Tubeway Army,
These Immortal Souls,
Monolake,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mummies,
Jandek,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.