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 Seychelles and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
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 guitar 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 Charles Mingus to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Names,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
Leonard Cohen,
Eve St. Jones,
Suicide,
Yellowson,
Duran Duran,
DJ Style,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dead C,
Kenny Larkin,
Quantec,
Hoover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Graham Central Station,
X-Ray Spex,
Connie Case,
Yazoo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48,
Goldenarms,
New York Dolls,
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Offenders,
Camouflage,
The Index,
Lakeside,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pulsallama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rapeman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harry Pussy,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
Bobby Womack,
Interpol,
Blake Baxter,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Human League,
Minny Pops,
F. McDonald,
Lungfish,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.