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 Marshall Islands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 The Count Five to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Q and Not U,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Can,
Mission of Burma,
The United States of America,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The J.B.'s,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Terry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté,
The Gories,
Flash Fearless,
Yaz,
Juan Atkins,
Technova,
Kayak,
Crooked Eye,
Reuben Wilson,
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Bronski Beat,
Jawbox,
The Human League,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
Von Mondo,
Symarip,
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
Brick,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
Fela Kuti,
Niagra,
Japan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.