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 El Salvador and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rosa Yemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 theremin 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Godley & Creme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Modern Lovers,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joyce Sims,
Groovy Waters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lucky Dragons,
Excepter,
Todd Terry,
Ponytail,
Juan Atkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suicide,
The Birthday Party,
Delta 5,
Loose Ends,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Black Dice,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Patti Smith,
Lower 48,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Newcleus,
Stetsasonic,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
Infiniti,
Black Bananas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Jandek,
Slick Rick,
Yusef Lateef,
Morten Harket,
JFA,
This Heat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zero Boys,
Simply Red,
Camberwell Now,
Isaac Hayes,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.