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 Cyprus and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Sonics to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
The Fall,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Dolphy,
Lakeside,
OOIOO,
Little Man,
Mandrill,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
The Residents,
Pierre Henry,
Whodini,
Easy Going,
Altered Images,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liliput,
Negative Approach,
Sonic Youth,
Guru Guru,
Chris Corsano,
The Skatalites,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
Max Romeo,
CMW,
The Gladiators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yellowson,
The Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacob Miller,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Make Up,
EPMD,
Interpol,
Minny Pops,
Adolescents,
The Gories,
Siglo XX,
Quando Quango,
kango's stein massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Warsaw,
The Count Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dirtbombs,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.