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 Rwanda and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 Heaven 17 to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Buzzcocks,
Cluster,
Anthony Braxton,
Eddi Front,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
Stiv Bators,
Grauzone,
The Buckinghams,
Clear Light,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kenny Larkin,
10cc,
X-102,
The New Christs,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
Man Eating Sloth,
Absolute Body Control,
Quando Quango,
Steve Hackett,
The Black Dice,
Joy Division,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
The Fuzztones,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
Oneida,
Yellowson,
Deakin,
Fatback Band,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Traffic Nightmare,
B.T. Express,
Funky Four + One,
Sarah Menescal,
Babytalk,
Morten Harket,
Rhythm & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Smog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Pus,
June of 44,
Ken Boothe,
ABC,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.