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 Belgium and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a rhodes 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Mad Mike,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hoover,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Mo-Dettes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Desert Stars,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Throbbing Gristle,
F. McDonald,
Brick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Ultra Naté,
Spandau Ballet,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moleskins,
CMW,
Donny Hathaway,
Al Stewart,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
LL Cool J,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
Wally Richardson,
Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Depeche Mode,
Isaac Hayes,
Fela Kuti,
Soul II Soul,
Nirvana,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
The Techniques,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Easy Going,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Second Layer,
Loose Ends,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dave Gahan,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.