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 Yemen and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 punk 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Wings,
Unrelated Segments,
Sparks,
Kayak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-102,
Soulsonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minny Pops,
the Human League,
The Motions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Saccharine Trust,
Warren Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
Interpol,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
Los Fastidios,
Patti Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Yaz,
Nils Olav,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Vogues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Groovy Waters,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bauhaus,
Hot Snakes,
Terry Callier,
Severed Heads,
Joy Division,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
John Lydon,
Lightning Bolt,
Lucky Dragons,
Smog,
Bluetip,
Quadrant,
Sight & Sound,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pretty Things,
The Black Dice,
Dawn Penn,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ice-T,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.