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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Buckinghams to the electroclash 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
Iggy Pop,
Ultra Naté,
Television Personalities,
Pere Ubu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arab on Radar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pole,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mandrill,
Chrome,
E-Dancer,
Spoonie Gee,
Half Japanese,
Franke,
Kenny Larkin,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Interpol,
Fugazi,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
Hoover,
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
Nico,
John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Peter and Kerry,
Suicide,
The Fortunes,
Black Sheep,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tom Boy,
T.S.O.L.,
Clear Light,
Barbara Tucker,
ABBA,
Anakelly,
Barrington Levy,
Yaz,
Harry Pussy,
Pantaleimon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.