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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 The Knickerbockers to the electroclash 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen 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?
Roger Hodgson,
10cc,
Niagra,
The Angels of Light,
Duran Duran,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Darondo,
Sparks,
Al Stewart,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mad Mike,
Barbara Tucker,
Cheater Slicks,
Urselle,
Jacob Miller,
The Victims,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Adolescents,
Skriet,
Lightning Bolt,
Hardrive,
Motorama,
Henry Cow,
Eve St. Jones,
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ohio Players,
The Cowsills,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Hood,
Lungfish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
Pantytec,
Danielle Patucci,
Lebanon Hanover,
Freddie Wadling,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Index,
Scan 7,
X-102,
Oblivians,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang of Four,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reagan Youth,
Accadde A,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.