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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Toasters to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Toasters,
Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Hashim,
James White and The Blacks,
Eve St. Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
Japan,
Mandrill,
Excepter,
The Five Americans,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Womack,
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mummies,
Bill Wells,
The Smoke,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Hill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
Index,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blackbyrds,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
Yellowson,
Thee Headcoats,
Godley & Creme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
Ultravox,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker,
Roger Hodgson,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra,
Severed Heads,
The Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantaleimon,
Kerri Chandler,
Alice Coltrane,
Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
Livin' Joy,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.