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 the UAE and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Fortunes to the jazz 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Wake,
Hardrive,
Pylon,
The American Breed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
Essential Logic,
Anakelly,
Circle Jerks,
Lakeside,
The Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
Kas Product,
Barclay James Harvest,
Banda Bassotti,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division,
Excepter,
Eve St. Jones,
Groovy Waters,
The Human League,
The Martian,
Mission of Burma,
The Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare,
The Dirtbombs,
Animal Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
China Crisis,
Tim Buckley,
Camouflage,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Fugazi,
Moss Icon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
10cc,
Eli Mardock,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
Ituana,
The Names,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Sheep,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kevin Saunderson,
Trumans Water,
Section 25,
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.