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 Benin and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Jerry's Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Livin' Joy,
Mad Mike,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Steve Hackett,
The Dave Clark Five,
Surgeon,
The Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
L. Decosne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeru the Damaja,
James Chance & The Contortions,
10cc,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mo-Dettes,
Cameo,
The Doors,
Girls At Our Best!,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
Bauhaus,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Lakeside,
KRS-One,
CMW,
The Slackers,
Visage,
Pulsallama,
Sam Rivers,
cv313,
Masters at Work,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alphaville,
The Divine Comedy,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Names,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Almond,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.