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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Vainqueur,
Thee Headcoats,
Marine Girls,
Inner City,
The Martian,
AZ,
Cecil Taylor,
Duran Duran,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Desert Stars,
Mr. Review,
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit,
Ralphi Rosario,
D'Angelo,
Suburban Knight,
David Axelrod,
Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
Bootsy Collins,
Accadde A,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Eli Mardock,
Dawn Penn,
Easy Going,
Theoretical Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
Audionom,
The Stooges,
Main Source,
T. Rex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry,
Urselle,
DJ Style,
Agent Orange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
Television Personalities,
Lou Christie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Happenings,
Sight & Sound,
Drexciya,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlback,
It's A Beautiful Day,
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.