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 Micronesia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Mantronix to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne 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,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ponytail,
Livin' Joy,
ABC,
Intrusion,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Los Fastidios,
Stiv Bators,
Black Moon,
The J.B.'s,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James White and The Blacks,
Loose Ends,
Bill Wells,
Buzzcocks,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Black Sheep,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
Parry Music,
Lalann,
Scratch Acid,
a-ha,
Sun City Girls,
Scan 7,
Darondo,
Joe Smooth,
The Fall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harmonia,
Anakelly,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hot Snakes,
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brothers Johnson,
Camouflage,
The Pretty Things,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Steve Hackett,
Gabor Szabo,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.