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 Jamaica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moleskins to the funk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Guru Guru,
Maleditus Sound,
Terry Callier,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott Heron,
This Heat,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
World's Most,
Newcleus,
Hardrive,
The Knickerbockers,
Outsiders,
Jacob Miller,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T. Rex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unwound,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Bar-Kays,
Ohio Players,
Byron Stingily,
The Evens,
Steve Hackett,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camberwell Now,
Pussy Galore,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cowsills,
Lou Christie,
Joensuu 1685,
Procol Harum,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
B.T. Express,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vainqueur,
Crooked Eye,
Deakin,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Wells,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
Make Up,
Das Ding,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.