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 Greece and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ossler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a snare 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
It's A Beautiful Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Theoretical Girls,
The Leaves,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
Lindisfarne,
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis,
Yazoo,
Severed Heads,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wings,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
Second Layer,
Roxy Music,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
Boz Scaggs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barry Ungar,
The Zeros,
Darondo,
Au Pairs,
Shoche,
Byron Stingily,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Durutti Column,
The Residents,
kango's stein massive,
Clear Light,
Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
New Age Steppers,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Görl,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Kayak,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yellowson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ossler,
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues,
Dead Boys,
Sam Rivers,
ABC,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.