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 Nicaragua and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 David McCallum to the grunge 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
the Association,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Sixth Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Moon,
Mark Hollis,
Shuggie Otis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Dolphy,
X-101,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Franke,
The Blues Magoos,
Thee Headcoats,
Siglo XX,
Isaac Hayes,
Oblivians,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
The Offenders,
These Immortal Souls,
Hoover,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
Eurythmics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anakelly,
Charles Mingus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Searchers,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Copeland,
Section 25,
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Circle Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eden Ahbez,
Fluxion,
T. Rex,
The Moleskins,
Marc Almond,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pretty Things,
The Evens,
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.