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 Portugal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pussy Galore to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Skatalites,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Supertramp,
Robert Görl,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mad Mike,
Oneida,
The Gories,
The Doobie Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Techniques,
Audionom,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
Yazoo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Selecter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover,
Bang On A Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
Fluxion,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Aural Exciters,
Sugar Minott,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton,
Trumans Water,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick May,
DJ Sneak,
Wally Richardson,
In Retrospect,
Monolake,
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.