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 Syria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bootsy Collins to the rock 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hasil Adkins,
The Searchers,
Y Pants,
Ossler,
Crooked Eye,
AZ,
KRS-One,
The Kinks,
Barry Ungar,
The Human League,
Whodini,
Guru Guru,
Grauzone,
Kurtis Blow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
Trumans Water,
Masters at Work,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Deadbeat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantytec,
Anakelly,
Liliput,
Ken Boothe,
The Martian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Saccharine Trust,
Michelle Simonal,
Rekid,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C,
Skarface,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
D'Angelo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Byron Stingily,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Malaria!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
The Sound,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rotary Connection,
Rufus Thomas,
Underground Resistance,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.