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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Dead Boys,
Cal Tjader,
The Modern Lovers,
Crime,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fuzztones,
Ronan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unwound,
Clear Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Teasers,
Essential Logic,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dawn Penn,
Judy Mowatt,
Cameo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cluster,
Chris & Cosey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maurizio,
Ludus,
Absolute Body Control,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr,
The J.B.'s,
Monolake,
The Smoke,
Rites of Spring,
Malaria!,
Ponytail,
Marvin Gaye,
Eli Mardock,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Christie,
Mantronix,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
New Order,
Sister Nancy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.