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 Guatemala and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rap 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Fortunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monks,
The United States of America,
Organ,
Deakin,
Albert Ayler,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minny Pops,
Agitation Free,
Joyce Sims,
Absolute Body Control,
Unrelated Segments,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alphaville,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Au Pairs,
Flipper,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Juan Atkins,
Average White Band,
Deepchord,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The American Breed,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dirtbombs,
Crash Course in Science,
Procol Harum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rites of Spring,
Grauzone,
Smog,
The Toasters,
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Slits,
D'Angelo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantaleimon,
The Fall,
Ice-T,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
La Düsseldorf,
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.