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 Ghana and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Seeds,
Technova,
Crooked Eye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
Tommy Roe,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
Dual Sessions,
B.T. Express,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Coltrane,
The Gories,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nirvana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Teasers,
Motorama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Josef K,
John Lydon,
Nik Kershaw,
Mars,
Inner City,
Sonic Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
the Slits,
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
Monolake,
Gang Starr,
Fad Gadget,
The Mighty Diamonds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
Ronan,
Eric Copeland,
Judy Mowatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
10cc,
The Vogues,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
Vainqueur,
June Days,
Al Stewart,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Byrd,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.