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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Motorama to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
Thee Headcoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blackbyrds,
Barrington Levy,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ossler,
Fear,
The Residents,
Jawbox,
Simply Red,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
cv313,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cameo,
Piero Umiliani,
Moebius,
Scion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispy Ambulance,
Juan Atkins,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
Robert Görl,
Minnie Riperton,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
Janne Schatter,
Agent Orange,
The Remains,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mummies,
The Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.