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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joyce Sims to the punk 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff 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 crunk 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 clarinet and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
The Gladiators,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
The Trojans,
Scrapy,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed,
Eric Copeland,
Graham Central Station,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Von Mondo,
Shoche,
Prince Buster,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Count Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Real Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantytec,
Spandau Ballet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronan,
Amon Düül,
R.M.O.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Sheep,
Aswad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
Wings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sällskapet,
Kayak,
The Happenings,
Swans,
Tubeway Army,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.