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 Senegal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Normal to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radio Birdman,
Soul II Soul,
Von Mondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nirvana,
Basic Channel,
Spandau Ballet,
B.T. Express,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fad Gadget,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terrestrial Tones,
James White and The Blacks,
Warsaw,
Lower 48,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slackers,
Bobby Sherman,
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
Aloha Tigers,
The Raincoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Red Krayola,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
Subhumans,
Rekid,
Ornette Coleman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fugs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June of 44,
Fatback Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rakim,
Nas,
Judy Mowatt,
Slave,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tommy Roe,
X-101,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.