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 Kenya and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Young Marble Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Pere Ubu,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doors,
Blancmange,
Roger Hodgson,
Guru Guru,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
Black Pus,
AZ,
Chris & Cosey,
Banda Bassotti,
Marmalade,
This Heat,
Liliput,
EPMD,
Bronski Beat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Y Pants,
Ultra Naté,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers,
Hoover,
Surgeon,
Tommy Roe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
The Human League,
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Absolute Body Control,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fugs,
Ken Boothe,
Goldenarms,
Joe Smooth,
Yazoo,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
JFA,
Gang Green,
Freddie Wadling,
Metal Thangz,
the Association,
Q and Not U,
Khruangbin,
Eric Copeland,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.