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 Hungary and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
EPMD,
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Leaves,
Organ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Remains,
Animal Collective,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
Second Layer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
Warsaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Leonard Cohen,
Vladislav Delay,
Swell Maps,
Max Romeo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Busters,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
Scion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
In Retrospect,
The Cramps,
John Foxx,
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scan 7,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
La Düsseldorf,
PIL,
Gabor Szabo,
New Order,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
a-ha,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
U.S. Maple,
LL Cool J,
Neu!,
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul II Soul,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aloha Tigers,
Ossler,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.