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 Dominica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Donald Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Jacob Miller,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
One Last Wish,
D'Angelo,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association,
Make Up,
Angry Samoans,
Unrelated Segments,
The Barracudas,
Quando Quango,
Mad Mike,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
Hot Snakes,
Rufus Thomas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
X-Ray Spex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brick,
Television Personalities,
The Litter,
Procol Harum,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Mills,
Negative Approach,
a-ha,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
AZ,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
Von Mondo,
Q65,
Depeche Mode,
Ludus,
Swell Maps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kayak,
Ossler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.