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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 the Normal to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers 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?
Steve Hackett,
Rites of Spring,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
Drexciya,
Dawn Penn,
Stiv Bators,
Unrelated Segments,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Lynne,
Rufus Thomas,
Wings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Aural Exciters,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
Parry Music,
Eric Copeland,
Television Personalities,
Little Man,
Moebius,
The Knickerbockers,
MDC,
The Raincoats,
Black Moon,
Roxy Music,
June Days,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sex Pistols,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Remains,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
Pantytec,
Newcleus,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
Tom Boy,
Soulsonic Force,
David Bowie,
Tommy Roe,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Shuggie Otis,
In Retrospect,
Gang of Four,
Ten City,
Khruangbin,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
cv313,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.