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 Venezuela and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Roger Hodgson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Warsaw,
Bang On A Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Terry,
Blancmange,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Das Ding,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Howard Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aloha Tigers,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
Bill Near,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalann,
Drexciya,
Deakin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick May,
Wire,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors,
New Age Steppers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Basic Channel,
Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Modern Lovers,
U.S. Maple,
The Five Americans,
Wings,
Chrome,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Niagra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pulsallama,
The Skatalites,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Young Rascals,
Television,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gap Band,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.