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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Siglo XX,
Roxette,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül,
Ten City,
Bob Dylan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tres Demented,
Tommy Roe,
The Skatalites,
The Human League,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
T. Rex,
Soft Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Arab on Radar,
David Axelrod,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Faust,
Make Up,
DJ Sneak,
Khruangbin,
Monolake,
Television,
Procol Harum,
Easy Going,
Popol Vuh,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oneida,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
Hasil Adkins,
John Coltrane,
EPMD,
Magazine,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
Scrapy,
Technova,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
Schoolly D,
Gastr Del Sol,
Los Fastidios,
Dual Sessions,
Gang of Four,
the Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Quando Quango,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yaz,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.