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 Brazil and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the jazz 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
T. Rex,
The Moleskins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents,
Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Goldenarms,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Au Pairs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Clear Light,
L. Decosne,
Lalo Schifrin,
World's Most,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
The Smoke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Henry Cow,
The Sound,
AZ,
Bobby Womack,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
Joe Smooth,
Black Flag,
Jacques Brel,
Funkadelic,
Kenny Larkin,
Dave Gahan,
Ossler,
Delta 5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Invisible,
Hot Snakes,
Roxette,
Rekid,
Excepter,
Aswad,
Robert Wyatt,
Heaven 17,
Faraquet,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.