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 Bahrain and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Rhythm & Sound to the dance 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Glenn Branca,
Iggy Pop,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The New Christs,
Hot Snakes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vladislav Delay,
the Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker,
Second Layer,
Steve Hackett,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cramps,
Ronnie Foster,
The Index,
The Cowsills,
Todd Terry,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masters at Work,
Eddi Front,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wire,
The Dead C,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unwound,
Bill Near,
Yellowson,
Flipper,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wally Richardson,
Graham Central Station,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
Intrusion,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Copeland,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
The Vogues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
OOIOO,
Kurtis Blow,
Deepchord,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxette,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.