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 Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Drive Like Jehu to the techno 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
Pierre Henry,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
Robert Görl,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
Amazonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blancmange,
Kaleidoscope,
Visage,
X-102,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Golliwogs,
Ken Boothe,
Gabor Szabo,
Eddi Front,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
Scientists,
Black Flag,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moleskins,
Pagans,
Fatback Band,
Fugazi,
ABBA,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
Nico,
The Saints,
Agitation Free,
The Five Americans,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sound,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy,
JFA,
Mr. Review,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless,
Banda Bassotti,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Basic Channel,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.