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 Togo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Curtis Mayfield to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sexual Harrassment,
Leonard Cohen,
Vainqueur,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nik Kershaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Easy Going,
KRS-One,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blackbyrds,
Suburban Knight,
Soul II Soul,
ABBA,
Soft Cell,
the Slits,
X-102,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Moon,
Mandrill,
Sight & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
Hoover,
Rapeman,
Bobby Sherman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
Ultravox,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fuzztones,
Kas Product,
The Moleskins,
Quadrant,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dual Sessions,
the Germs,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shoche,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Henry Cow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sällskapet,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Almond,
Jerry's Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lower 48,
Jawbox,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.