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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 John Foxx to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
Pagans,
Duran Duran,
Sex Pistols,
the Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Clear Light,
Don Cherry,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers,
a-ha,
Byron Stingily,
June Days,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fad Gadget,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
Yusef Lateef,
Terrestrial Tones,
Surgeon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ossler,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
Wings,
the Normal,
Shoche,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
The Busters,
Pere Ubu,
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Davy DMX,
The American Breed,
Brand Nubian,
The Associates,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
Trumans Water,
The Real Kids,
Fugazi,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crime,
Funkadelic,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.