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 Singapore and from London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nils Olav to the funk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
Subhumans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Happenings,
Qualms,
James White and The Blacks,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Panda Bear,
Man Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
John Holt,
Soft Machine,
The Selecter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Sarah Menescal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
The Barracudas,
Robert Wyatt,
Ken Boothe,
Surgeon,
Motorama,
Icehouse,
The Searchers,
Khruangbin,
Erasure,
OOIOO,
Colin Newman,
Desert Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Human League,
Skaos,
The Star Department,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
Connie Case,
Susan Cadogan,
the Normal,
Dark Day,
Nico,
Crime,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs,
Monolake,
Cluster,
Roxy Music,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.