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 United Kingdom and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Graham Central Station to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Dirtbombs,
Cal Tjader,
Marshall Jefferson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Steve Hackett,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
Au Pairs,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joensuu 1685,
David McCallum,
Scrapy,
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Desert Stars,
Qualms,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
Visage,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Move,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Panda Bear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Görl,
Ituana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dennis Brown,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Oneida,
Clear Light,
Roxette,
Pierre Henry,
China Crisis,
Little Man,
The Blues Magoos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.