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 Togo and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yazoo to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
PIL,
The Names,
Hardrive,
Fear,
Yazoo,
Scientists,
Tubeway Army,
10cc,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
A Certain Ratio,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
X-101,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jandek,
Easy Going,
Guru Guru,
ABBA,
Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kayak,
Byron Stingily,
Pagans,
Qualms,
Porter Ricks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glenn Branca,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sparks,
Todd Rundgren,
Drexciya,
The Divine Comedy,
Reagan Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
Freddie Wadling,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Smog,
Stetsasonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fugazi,
Inner City,
The Busters,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
Ponytail,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.