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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Y Pants to the electroclash 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radio Birdman,
Scion,
Malaria!,
The Zeros,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Red Krayola,
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy Collins,
La Düsseldorf,
Hasil Adkins,
EPMD,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nas,
The Searchers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Japan,
Spandau Ballet,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Holt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shoche,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crime,
Davy DMX,
Tres Demented,
The Techniques,
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
Lakeside,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
Steve Hackett,
The Martian,
the Association,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Stooges,
10cc,
DJ Sneak,
Freddie Wadling,
Don Cherry,
Massinfluence,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pagans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.