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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Y Pants 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Sight & Sound,
Marmalade,
The Fuzztones,
Stiv Bators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
The Offenders,
Stetsasonic,
Oblivians,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
Vainqueur,
Outsiders,
Neil Young,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond,
Siglo XX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Patti Smith,
Crime,
Cameo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
The Cowsills,
Sex Pistols,
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
Pantytec,
Unrelated Segments,
U.S. Maple,
Eli Mardock,
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
Scion,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harry Pussy,
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins,
Massinfluence,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Nation of Ulysses,
The American Breed,
Robert Görl,
Supertramp,
Masters at Work,
The Remains,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.