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 Taiwan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Guru Guru,
The Fuzztones,
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Happenings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Average White Band,
Tim Buckley,
Joey Negro,
Barry Ungar,
David Bowie,
Sparks,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Franke,
Al Stewart,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
Metal Thangz,
Royal Trux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glenn Branca,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
The Walker Brothers,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
The Moleskins,
New York Dolls,
48th St. Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
Symarip,
Circle Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
X-101,
Marvin Gaye,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.