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 Uganda and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris & Cosey to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Tres Demented,
Hot Snakes,
Agitation Free,
Robert Wyatt,
B.T. Express,
The Human League,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Enemy,
JFA,
Jerry's Kids,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
The Moody Blues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Erasure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neu!,
Liliput,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
Flash Fearless,
Joey Negro,
Agent Orange,
DNA,
The Barracudas,
Man Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mad Mike,
Arcadia,
Television,
The Five Americans,
Roxette,
Unwound,
Pharoah Sanders,
PIL,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
Lalann,
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suburban Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
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.