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 Dominican Republic and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Index to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army 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?
Qualms,
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flipper,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hasil Adkins,
Toni Rubio,
Symarip,
Motorama,
The Searchers,
Theoretical Girls,
Wire,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slave,
Lalann,
Minor Threat,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
Anthony Braxton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Bluetip,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Buckinghams,
The Martian,
Bauhaus,
Scrapy,
The Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
Danielle Patucci,
Altered Images,
Bill Near,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Barracudas,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
Terry Callier,
Gabor Szabo,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
Liliput,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eden Ahbez,
Laurel Aitken,
JFA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heaven 17,
Patti Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.