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 Sweden and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Misunderstood to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Unrelated Segments,
Cameo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Fluxion,
Rotary Connection,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Hill,
Vladislav Delay,
The Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pere Ubu,
Fatback Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Sound,
The Leaves,
Rhythm & Sound,
June of 44,
Crooked Eye,
The Searchers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spoonie Gee,
Mark Hollis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
Talk Talk,
Lou Christie,
Junior Murvin,
The Gap Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Grass Roots,
Mars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maurizio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Adolescents,
Goldenarms,
Q65,
Anthony Braxton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soulsonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
Basic Channel,
One Last Wish,
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman,
kango's stein massive,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Toasters,
Technova,
Toni Rubio,
Gichy Dan,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.