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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
the Slits,
Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
Sandy B,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jandek,
Ohio Players,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Colin Newman,
The Gladiators,
Stiv Bators,
Hardrive,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
The Cowsills,
The Doors,
Robert Wyatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sarah Menescal,
Marcia Griffiths,
June Days,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Sherman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Charles Mingus,
Adolescents,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick May,
The Selecter,
The Alarm Clocks,
AZ,
The Smoke,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Shuggie Otis,
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
Funky Four + One,
Au Pairs,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Enemy,
Delta 5,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.