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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Toni Rubio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
Pierre Henry,
Duran Duran,
Bob Dylan,
Erasure,
Qualms,
Accadde A,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalann,
Ronnie Foster,
The Kinks,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mojo Men,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick Morgan,
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eli Mardock,
Niagra,
the Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fuzztones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Fat Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Starr,
CMW,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Names,
ABBA,
Donny Hathaway,
U.S. Maple,
June Days,
Wire,
The Music Machine,
The Stooges,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
Robert Görl,
Gong,
The Black Dice,
Outsiders,
Tom Boy,
The United States of America,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.