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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Organ,
Shoche,
The Beau Brummels,
the Normal,
Iggy Pop,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
Bronski Beat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
The Modern Lovers,
Intrusion,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
Piero Umiliani,
Schoolly D,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Germs,
the Swans,
the Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kenny Larkin,
Junior Murvin,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Trumans Water,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Kinks,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Aural Exciters,
The Names,
Fugazi,
Joyce Sims,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
Young Marble Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül,
The Mummies,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.