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 Congo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sun Ra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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,
Organ,
MDC,
DJ Style,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Teasers,
Adolescents,
Monolake,
Smog,
The Offenders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultravox,
The Standells,
Wolf Eyes,
Mo-Dettes,
Moby Grape,
Alton Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
June of 44,
Public Image Ltd.,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare,
Mad Mike,
Jacob Miller,
Rites of Spring,
Charles Mingus,
The Residents,
Mantronix,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
LL Cool J,
Main Source,
Massinfluence,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science,
Visage,
Schoolly D,
The Invisible,
World's Most,
Eddi Front,
Connie Case,
Barry Ungar,
U.S. Maple,
The Fall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Blancmange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.