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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Cure to the grime 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
China Crisis,
Ludus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers,
Hoover,
One Last Wish,
Bad Manners,
Pole,
Nils Olav,
Tom Boy,
The Kinks,
E-Dancer,
Symarip,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare,
Q65,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
Carl Craig,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Smog,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills,
Roger Hodgson,
Interpol,
Blossom Toes,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang On A Can,
The Slits,
Country Teasers,
Kurtis Blow,
Harmonia,
Fatback Band,
The Standells,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flash Fearless,
Davy DMX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Circle Jerks,
Lakeside,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.