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 Malta 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 OOIOO to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 rhodes and an organ 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
Cameo,
MC5,
Eric Dolphy,
Crooked Eye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Smog,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Enemy,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Mills,
cv313,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Finger,
The Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Don Cherry,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red,
Franke,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
ABC,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers,
Tom Boy,
Derrick May,
The Cure,
Marc Almond,
the Association,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scrapy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Henry Cow,
Slick Rick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.