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 East Timor and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Reuben Wilson to the disco 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maurizio,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angry Samoans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Urselle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vladislav Delay,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arab on Radar,
Sarah Menescal,
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
Brick,
Agitation Free,
In Retrospect,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crime,
Warsaw,
Don Cherry,
Peter and Kerry,
Harmonia,
Warren Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Toni Rubio,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
Marmalade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Main Source,
Hot Snakes,
The Detroit Cobras,
a-ha,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gladiators,
Jacques Brel,
Infiniti,
Goldenarms,
New Age Steppers,
Sun City Girls,
Fat Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Davy DMX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
48th St. Collective,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.