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 Iceland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Youth Brigade to the disco 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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Thompson Twins,
Sight & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scion,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men,
Aswad,
Robert Hood,
Pere Ubu,
Roger Hodgson,
the Bar-Kays,
Sugar Minott,
The Kinks,
Quantec,
Ornette Coleman,
Nirvana,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
CMW,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
Surgeon,
Isaac Hayes,
The American Breed,
Thee Headcoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
The Litter,
Ituana,
Slick Rick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantytec,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
Kenny Larkin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
Pulsallama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Byrd,
Jawbox,
The Barracudas,
Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Cal Tjader,
Max Romeo,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.