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 Brazil and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 X-Ray Spex to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak,
The Remains,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Excepter,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Mills,
Morten Harket,
The Golliwogs,
Sound Behaviour,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nas,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
Deadbeat,
Alphaville,
Simply Red,
Charles Mingus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
Mark Hollis,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Evens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxette,
T. Rex,
The Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Rufus Thomas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Godley & Creme,
F. McDonald,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Isaac Hayes,
Aaron Thompson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Moby Grape,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey,
the Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Intrusion,
Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zapp,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.