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 Bulgaria and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Detroit Cobras to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Idris Muhammad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skarface,
The Move,
cv313,
Hot Snakes,
Yaz,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
48th St. Collective,
Von Mondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Skriet,
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
The American Breed,
David Bowie,
Dave Gahan,
Aural Exciters,
Suicide,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Susan Cadogan,
The Trojans,
Young Marble Giants,
Kayak,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Talk Talk,
The United States of America,
Can,
AZ,
Essential Logic,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pop Group,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brothers Johnson,
the Association,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dark Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
One Last Wish,
Deakin,
The Fugs,
The Smiths,
Tommy Roe,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultravox,
Symarip,
Pagans,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.