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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Main Source to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Sandy B,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dave Gahan,
Jacques Brel,
Essential Logic,
Severed Heads,
Youth Brigade,
The Skatalites,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Names,
Avey Tare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Accadde A,
The Fall,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Stiv Bators,
Sight & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy Collins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nico,
Terry Callier,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott Heron,
Excepter,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brass Construction,
Morten Harket,
Aaron Thompson,
The Trojans,
Scientists,
Interpol,
The Smiths,
Maurizio,
ABBA,
Barry Ungar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
Carl Craig,
The Zeros,
Scratch Acid,
Clear Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Howard Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.