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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Stockholm and Edmonton.
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 guitar 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 Yellowson to the crunk 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rufus Thomas,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wasted Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
The Gories,
Duran Duran,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Clear Light,
Jawbox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barclay James Harvest,
Outsiders,
Spandau Ballet,
Surgeon,
Banda Bassotti,
John Holt,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
The Music Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
Organ,
Black Pus,
Sarah Menescal,
Groovy Waters,
Warren Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pussy Galore,
Cluster,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Toni Rubio,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Wells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Inner City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Youth Brigade,
FM Einheit,
F. McDonald,
the Normal,
Yellowson,
Scratch Acid,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.