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 Belgium and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
Sugar Minott,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wolf Eyes,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suicide,
Blake Baxter,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Angry Samoans,
Wire,
The Mojo Men,
Michelle Simonal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doors,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
Godley & Creme,
The New Christs,
Aswad,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rosa Yemen,
Prince Buster,
Ornette Coleman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.