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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter & Gordon 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Fela Kuti,
Malaria!,
The Searchers,
Danielle Patucci,
Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
ABC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Golliwogs,
Rod Modell,
Darondo,
the Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
Organ,
Eddi Front,
The Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Technova,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker,
Roger Hodgson,
Zapp,
KRS-One,
John Holt,
Jacob Miller,
Aural Exciters,
Bad Manners,
Charles Mingus,
The Misunderstood,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
Wire,
Barry Ungar,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas,
Con Funk Shun,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Los Fastidios,
The Buckinghams,
Popol Vuh,
The Index,
Terry Callier,
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wasted Youth,
D'Angelo,
Television Personalities,
The Skatalites,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.