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 Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Simply Red to the punk 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Bad Manners,
Swell Maps,
Kayak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
Funkadelic,
Flash Fearless,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fuzztones,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
Minnie Riperton,
Symarip,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
Pylon,
Wire,
The Names,
The Moody Blues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter & Gordon,
Scion,
Outsiders,
Unwound,
Judy Mowatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Graham Central Station,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantaleimon,
Alison Limerick,
Talk Talk,
The Grass Roots,
Saccharine Trust,
Average White Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swans,
Aswad,
Slave,
Marine Girls,
Crime,
Wings,
Monks,
a-ha,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Harmonia,
Whodini,
Jerry's Kids,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.