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 Jordan and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Janne Schatter to the dance 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Don Cherry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
Aswad,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul II Soul,
Drive Like Jehu,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül,
Davy DMX,
Bob Dylan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Whodini,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
John Holt,
Roxette,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pop Group,
The Detroit Cobras,
Animal Collective,
The Music Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ludus,
The Fall,
Quantec,
the Slits,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Archie Shepp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Motorama,
Angry Samoans,
Darondo,
K-Klass,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Mills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yaz,
Section 25,
Janne Schatter,
PIL,
The Tremeloes,
Kenny Larkin,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.