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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Age Steppers to the grunge 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Residents,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Arcadia,
The Smoke,
Whodini,
Neu!,
Boogie Down Productions,
kango's stein massive,
The Red Krayola,
Rekid,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
Derrick May,
Slick Rick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Aural Exciters,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-102,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Sneak,
Outsiders,
The Kinks,
Television,
The Last Poets,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Grass Roots,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Associates,
Minny Pops,
The Slits,
the Normal,
T. Rex,
John Foxx,
The United States of America,
Hot Snakes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bronski Beat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
New Age Steppers,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marcia Griffiths,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.