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 Ethiopia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rock 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skaos,
The Motions,
Sonic Youth,
10cc,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Selecter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Near,
The Misunderstood,
Scan 7,
Stereo Dub,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
Bluetip,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
Prince Buster,
Gong,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boredoms,
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Divine Comedy,
Nils Olav,
Ultravox,
Pylon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed,
Spandau Ballet,
Urselle,
Easy Going,
MDC,
Juan Atkins,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang of Four,
the Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiohead,
Yellowson,
Dark Day,
48th St. Collective,
Anakelly,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flipper,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.