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 Libya and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Steve Hackett to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Nirvana,
Bluetip,
Porter Ricks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Newcleus,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
Minnie Riperton,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shoche,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Jandek,
Spandau Ballet,
the Bar-Kays,
Icehouse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pole,
Judy Mowatt,
Dead Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skaos,
Eddi Front,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
Davy DMX,
Crooked Eye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camouflage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
La Düsseldorf,
Groovy Waters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
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.