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 Korea North and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Wyatt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a L. Decosne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moody Blues,
Judy Mowatt,
The Vogues,
Can,
Heaven 17,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Procol Harum,
The Kinks,
Crime,
Bad Manners,
Con Funk Shun,
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
Anthony Braxton,
Marmalade,
The Walker Brothers,
Brick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fluxion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Soft Cell,
Whodini,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
CMW,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Babytalk,
Desert Stars,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
Ohio Players,
The Smiths,
John Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül,
The Happenings,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
a-ha,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
The Evens,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.