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 Brazil and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vainqueur to the jazz 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates 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?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gories,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ten City,
Ponytail,
X-102,
Index,
Crooked Eye,
AZ,
Los Fastidios,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eden Ahbez,
Sparks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aloha Tigers,
Scan 7,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Josef K,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
The Names,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
CMW,
Jeff Lynne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scion,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Tommy Roe,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
The Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Moebius,
Q and Not U,
DNA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Hood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vainqueur,
Harmonia,
The Happenings,
Technova,
Howard Jones,
China Crisis,
Grauzone,
Albert Ayler,
Japan,
Skaos,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.