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 Nauru and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bobby Womack to the electroclash 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
Chris & Cosey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
Symarip,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Second Layer,
Hashim,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Malaria!,
Joey Negro,
Max Romeo,
The Slits,
Terry Callier,
Scan 7,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mandrill,
The Durutti Column,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grauzone,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
E-Dancer,
Groovy Waters,
The American Breed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mantronix,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
the Slits,
The Victims,
The Moleskins,
Dennis Brown,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
Slick Rick,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
X-101,
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.