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 Andorra and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 48th St. Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Move,
The United States of America,
X-Ray Spex,
Scion,
Avey Tare,
Boz Scaggs,
Au Pairs,
Camberwell Now,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
The Moleskins,
The Smiths,
Skaos,
Loose Ends,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moby Grape,
Black Bananas,
Alton Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
The Star Department,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Machine,
Basic Channel,
The Searchers,
Nas,
Todd Rundgren,
Roger Hodgson,
Henry Cow,
a-ha,
The Beau Brummels,
Absolute Body Control,
Quadrant,
Godley & Creme,
Mantronix,
Kayak,
MDC,
Hardrive,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Dennis Brown,
Fat Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Deepchord,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.