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 Cambodia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Janne Schatter to the grunge 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Make Up,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Cameo,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Malaria!,
Duran Duran,
Infiniti,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marvin Gaye,
LL Cool J,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers,
The Misunderstood,
Reuben Wilson,
This Heat,
Agitation Free,
Newcleus,
Todd Terry,
Grey Daturas,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Deepchord,
Sällskapet,
Spoonie Gee,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones,
Ponytail,
Little Man,
Brick,
The Names,
Bauhaus,
F. McDonald,
Deadbeat,
Donald Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett,
David Axelrod,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Goldenarms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Whodini,
Kurtis Blow,
Groovy Waters,
Bang On A Can,
Blake Baxter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.