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 Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Velvet Underground to the dance 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Hot Snakes,
Rekid,
Public Enemy,
Can,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ken Boothe,
Nas,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
Groovy Waters,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
Pylon,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers,
Pantytec,
Jerry's Kids,
Prince Buster,
the Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Music Machine,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
ABC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Symarip,
The Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Wally Richardson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monochrome Set,
The Techniques,
Marc Almond,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
Funkadelic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Colin Newman,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.