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 Syria and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Main Source to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Lower 48,
Lindisfarne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
The Fuzztones,
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
Susan Cadogan,
Minny Pops,
Isaac Hayes,
Masters at Work,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
Tim Buckley,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispian St. Peters,
Al Stewart,
Ituana,
Jeff Mills,
Banda Bassotti,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flipper,
The Leaves,
Warren Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pulsallama,
The Toasters,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABBA,
Lucky Dragons,
The Raincoats,
the Sonics,
Magma,
Alton Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
Fatback Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Ten City,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Freddie Wadling,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
The Index,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.