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 Tuvalu 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 DJ Style to the dance 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Shoche,
Drive Like Jehu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
Byron Stingily,
the Normal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deepchord,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skriet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eurythmics,
Zapp,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
The Gladiators,
The Fall,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
Monolake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T. Rex,
Vladislav Delay,
Hasil Adkins,
Tubeway Army,
Niagra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonic Youth,
Barrington Levy,
The Invisible,
Moss Icon,
Skaos,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
Oblivians,
Althea and Donna,
The Move,
Lalann,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wasted Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Remains,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
The Barracudas,
Al Stewart,
Isaac Hayes,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.