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 Jamaica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crooked Eye to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Mills,
Patti Smith,
Brass Construction,
Zero Boys,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman,
Max Romeo,
X-102,
Negative Approach,
Colin Newman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harmonia,
Half Japanese,
Thee Headcoats,
Pagans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ludus,
The Kinks,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
The Leaves,
X-101,
Slick Rick,
Morten Harket,
Tim Buckley,
Underground Resistance,
Lucky Dragons,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry's Kids,
Yellowson,
Steve Hackett,
Roxette,
The Knickerbockers,
Zapp,
Pierre Henry,
The Move,
The Trojans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
Angry Samoans,
Newcleus,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moleskins,
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Divine Comedy,
Schoolly D,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.