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 Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Christs to the jazz 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Trumans Water,
Nico,
Thompson Twins,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Darondo,
Graham Central Station,
Eli Mardock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fuzztones,
Kaleidoscope,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers,
The Kinks,
DJ Sneak,
Mr. Review,
Tom Boy,
Steve Hackett,
The Red Krayola,
Delta 5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Order,
The Smoke,
Q65,
Archie Shepp,
Gichy Dan,
Spandau Ballet,
Stiv Bators,
Mo-Dettes,
Main Source,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Buckinghams,
The Names,
Von Mondo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
L. Decosne,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Royal Trux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Clarke,
Judy Mowatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
Ultravox,
Niagra,
Pantytec,
Deakin,
Brick,
John Coltrane,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.