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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Crash Course in Science,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Coltrane,
UT,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The J.B.'s,
Sexual Harrassment,
E-Dancer,
The Cure,
Patti Smith,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Schoolly D,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Davy DMX,
Audionom,
June of 44,
Pantaleimon,
Black Sheep,
Robert Wyatt,
Kaleidoscope,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Groovy Waters,
Slick Rick,
Technova,
Smog,
Ituana,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League,
Amazonics,
Blossom Toes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rufus Thomas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
John Lydon,
Buzzcocks,
Nils Olav,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
The Associates,
The Zeros,
Agent Orange,
Khruangbin,
The United States of America,
Rekid,
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.