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 Kenya and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Foxx to the rap 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Motorama,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Franke,
Fear,
David Bowie,
The Cure,
The Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Copeland,
The Victims,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
Sandy B,
Hasil Adkins,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Foxx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
Pole,
Buzzcocks,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Newcleus,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deepchord,
Yusef Lateef,
the Association,
The Gories,
Public Enemy,
Skaos,
Qualms,
MC5,
Symarip,
Rotary Connection,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
Infiniti,
Peter and Kerry,
The Count Five,
Babytalk,
Tim Buckley,
DNA,
Dorothy Ashby,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Simply Red,
Brand Nubian,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
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.