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 Kazakhstan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-102 to the rock 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Yazoo,
Byron Stingily,
Babytalk,
L. Decosne,
Black Bananas,
Slick Rick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eddi Front,
the Germs,
John Lydon,
Second Layer,
The Gun Club,
Vainqueur,
Harry Pussy,
Lower 48,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gories,
Television,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
Gong,
Junior Murvin,
Masters at Work,
Faust,
John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Josef K,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Womack,
Angry Samoans,
Ohio Players,
Marine Girls,
Average White Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June Days,
Scientists,
Moss Icon,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun City Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erasure,
The Evens,
Swell Maps,
E-Dancer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Selecter,
Ituana,
Nils Olav,
R.M.O.,
Rosa Yemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.