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 Belize and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Silicon Teens to the disco 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
The Martian,
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Smog,
June Days,
T. Rex,
Gang of Four,
Charles Mingus,
Yusef Lateef,
This Heat,
The Gap Band,
KRS-One,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vladislav Delay,
Q65,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Green,
Scan 7,
The Vogues,
Ponytail,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerri Chandler,
Interpol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minor Threat,
The Divine Comedy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Lower 48,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
The Invisible,
Royal Trux,
Erasure,
Motorama,
Aural Exciters,
the Germs,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eden Ahbez,
New Age Steppers,
The Pretty Things,
Chrome,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens,
Drexciya,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Outsiders,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.