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 Burkina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roxette 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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Buckinghams,
Lower 48,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Bush Tetras,
Pussy Galore,
Deakin,
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
The J.B.'s,
Bluetip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minnie Riperton,
Soulsonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lightning Bolt,
Das Ding,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Juan Atkins,
The Young Rascals,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Von Mondo,
Icehouse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
a-ha,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index,
Ronan,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neu!,
10cc,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
Minutemen,
Eurythmics,
Mr. Review,
Deadbeat,
Talk Talk,
Blancmange,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.