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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sandy B to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arab on Radar,
Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
Television,
The Fall,
Hasil Adkins,
Pylon,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Copeland,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
Can,
Subhumans,
Soft Machine,
The Last Poets,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultravox,
Mission of Burma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
L. Decosne,
Isaac Hayes,
Dawn Penn,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra,
Franke,
The Cramps,
Soul Sonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Divine Comedy,
Japan,
The Birthday Party,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Motorama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Style,
Black Bananas,
David Axelrod,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
Tim Buckley,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.