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 New Zealand and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Motions to the disco 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Patti Smith,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wally Richardson,
Crime,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
Bang On A Can,
Delta 5,
The Residents,
Second Layer,
Marmalade,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
Unwound,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Associates,
Fluxion,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skarface,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Hardrive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Bananas,
Soulsonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Youth Brigade,
The Neon Judgement,
Al Stewart,
Letta Mbulu,
48th St. Collective,
The United States of America,
John Foxx,
Terry Callier,
Qualms,
Make Up,
DJ Style,
The Monks,
Agitation Free,
the Slits,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
Kerri Chandler,
Excepter,
Rites of Spring,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.