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 Iraq and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-Ray Spex to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Brothers Johnson,
The Evens,
Easy Going,
Public Enemy,
Black Bananas,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Underground Resistance,
Hot Snakes,
Leonard Cohen,
Goldenarms,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gap Band,
Ultravox,
The Smoke,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Christie,
Shoche,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Trojans,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slits,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
Neu!,
The Red Krayola,
Boredoms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Massinfluence,
Roger Hodgson,
Reuben Wilson,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
Heaven 17,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
Dennis Brown,
Smog,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Womack,
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Danielle Patucci,
Royal Trux,
Black Moon,
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Selecter,
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
Black Flag,
The Pop Group,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Con Funk Shun,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.