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 Iraq 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cheater Slicks to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alton Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
Faraquet,
Talk Talk,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
Josef K,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
The Pretty Things,
Thompson Twins,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick Morgan,
Underground Resistance,
UT,
Anthony Braxton,
Tres Demented,
The Walker Brothers,
Subhumans,
The Angels of Light,
Neu!,
Isaac Hayes,
Gichy Dan,
The Raincoats,
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
Kenny Larkin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delta 5,
The Doobie Brothers,
Inner City,
Laurel Aitken,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
The Real Kids,
Black Sheep,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy Collins,
The Remains,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Foxx,
Index,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.