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 Montenegro and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 The Leaves to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Icehouse,
Iggy Pop,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonny Sharrock,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
Funkadelic,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
Jeff Mills,
David Bowie,
The Litter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Grass Roots,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
Scientists,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anthony Braxton,
the Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput,
LL Cool J,
B.T. Express,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Delta 5,
Ossler,
The Slackers,
The Count Five,
Barrington Levy,
Marine Girls,
Alphaville,
Infiniti,
Janne Schatter,
John Lydon,
Yellowson,
Bauhaus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans,
Country Teasers,
These Immortal Souls,
Groovy Waters,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Tom Boy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
The Saints,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.