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 South Africa and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
the Association,
Reuben Wilson,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
Radiohead,
Soul II Soul,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Subhumans,
The Golliwogs,
Young Marble Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
Chrome,
Jerry's Kids,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
Organ,
Babytalk,
Stereo Dub,
The Smiths,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sight & Sound,
Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Skaos,
Trumans Water,
The Divine Comedy,
Tears for Fears,
Jandek,
MC5,
Cluster,
Quadrant,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Smog,
Audionom,
Jawbox,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.