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 Somalia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Hood to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
Can,
Funky Four + One,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
The Smoke,
The Martian,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Yaz,
ABC,
AZ,
Dave Gahan,
Fad Gadget,
Faust,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Red Krayola,
Moss Icon,
X-Ray Spex,
Arcadia,
Von Mondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit,
Althea and Donna,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
Procol Harum,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rotary Connection,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxette,
The Doors,
Stereo Dub,
The Gap Band,
Harmonia,
Swell Maps,
The Fuzztones,
Piero Umiliani,
Sparks,
Smog,
World's Most,
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Scott Walker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Laurel Aitken,
Josef K,
Ten City,
Bootsy Collins,
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.