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 Afghanistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 güiro and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Buzzcocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Birthday Party,
Cheater Slicks,
John Cale,
The Smiths,
The Moleskins,
Stiv Bators,
Loose Ends,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kas Product,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
Gichy Dan,
Average White Band,
Graham Central Station,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Prince Buster,
Index,
FM Einheit,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Accadde A,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gap Band,
Ludus,
World's Most,
B.T. Express,
Sällskapet,
The Wake,
Suburban Knight,
The Toasters,
Judy Mowatt,
Althea and Donna,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats,
June of 44,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nirvana,
Underground Resistance,
The Walker Brothers,
Wings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dennis Brown,
Babytalk,
Tommy Roe,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
Mad Mike,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.