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 Peru and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Excepter to the techno 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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Leonard Cohen,
Panda Bear,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Trumans Water,
The Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unwound,
Pierre Henry,
Marvin Gaye,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonic Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Wyatt,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Toasters,
Quadrant,
Sonny Sharrock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
The J.B.'s,
Scion,
Eddi Front,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
Pulsallama,
Essential Logic,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
Monolake,
Erasure,
The Misunderstood,
Spoonie Gee,
L. Decosne,
Hasil Adkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Porter Ricks,
Deakin,
Lou Christie,
Steve Hackett,
Hashim,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Motions,
The Techniques,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.