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 Micronesia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Golliwogs,
Crooked Eye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stereo Dub,
Peter and Kerry,
Joensuu 1685,
DNA,
the Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Buzzcocks,
The J.B.'s,
The Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
The Remains,
The Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Blancmange,
CMW,
U.S. Maple,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound,
Hoover,
Parry Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Foxx,
Delta 5,
Jeff Mills,
X-101,
Kurtis Blow,
Slave,
The Move,
Kenny Larkin,
A Certain Ratio,
David Bowie,
Newcleus,
Surgeon,
Babytalk,
Lalann,
Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Reuben Wilson,
Pussy Galore,
The Evens,
Interpol,
Tim Buckley,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
The Raincoats,
Man Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.