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 Panama and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Barrington Levy to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
Dark Day,
Y Pants,
Mo-Dettes,
Fatback Band,
The Busters,
Subhumans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
Schoolly D,
The Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
kango's stein massive,
Severed Heads,
Easy Going,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Halsall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
Jacques Brel,
Pantaleimon,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delta 5,
Nirvana,
Thee Headcoats,
Grauzone,
Jawbox,
the Germs,
Newcleus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pulsallama,
Man Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scrapy,
Guru Guru,
Scan 7,
Bobby Sherman,
Vladislav Delay,
Desert Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Mr. Review,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy Collins,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Music Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.