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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Enemy to the punk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Bananas,
Black Pus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pop Group,
Minutemen,
David McCallum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
the Swans,
Lungfish,
Magma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Motorama,
The Evens,
KRS-One,
Vainqueur,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
Tubeway Army,
Jawbox,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dennis Brown,
Zapp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lakeside,
Jeff Mills,
Con Funk Shun,
Lindisfarne,
OOIOO,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
L. Decosne,
Swell Maps,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran,
Magazine,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Second Layer,
Fat Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
Godley & Creme,
Half Japanese,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
Cheater Slicks,
10cc,
Unrelated Segments,
Michelle Simonal,
Hashim,
R.M.O.,
Banda Bassotti,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.