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 Montenegro and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zero Boys to the rock 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 Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gun Club,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sound,
Ponytail,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
Severed Heads,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
Iggy Pop,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays,
Joey Negro,
Accadde A,
Ludus,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moleskins,
Outsiders,
Colin Newman,
John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
the Germs,
Matthew Halsall,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
Crime,
The Pop Group,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chrome,
Das Ding,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Womack,
Intrusion,
This Heat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Skatalites,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed,
Mars,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erasure,
The Seeds,
Fugazi,
Q and Not U,
Crispy Ambulance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deepchord,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.