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 Yemen and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Erykah Badu to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Scientists,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erasure,
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Das Ding,
Matthew Halsall,
Carl Craig,
T. Rex,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bluetip,
Moebius,
Crooked Eye,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
Sandy B,
the Human League,
Talk Talk,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Bananas,
Hot Snakes,
Alton Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Whodini,
The Motions,
Camouflage,
Peter and Kerry,
Fat Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pussy Galore,
Roger Hodgson,
Nirvana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Buzzcocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
Arab on Radar,
the Association,
The Litter,
Ten City,
the Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.