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 Mongolia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Average White Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cowsills,
The Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong,
Brand Nubian,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mojo Men,
Parry Music,
Barry Ungar,
The Last Poets,
Can,
Sam Rivers,
Fugazi,
The Names,
Cameo,
Black Bananas,
Accadde A,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fall,
Theoretical Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
Funkadelic,
The Happenings,
Stetsasonic,
The Vogues,
Lou Christie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD,
Black Flag,
B.T. Express,
Ten City,
L. Decosne,
Anakelly,
Jandek,
The Birthday Party,
Camouflage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
Pagans,
The Tremeloes,
Rufus Thomas,
The J.B.'s,
Albert Ayler,
Delta 5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Zero Boys,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.