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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 James White and The Blacks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Index,
Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
One Last Wish,
The Count Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Motions,
Brick,
Subhumans,
R.M.O.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monks,
The Selecter,
Unwound,
Dead Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
Silicon Teens,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
Jandek,
La Düsseldorf,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shoche,
Eddi Front,
Mission of Burma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pagans,
Babytalk,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
The American Breed,
Fat Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Connie Case,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The United States of America,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sister Nancy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Massinfluence,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.