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 Antigua and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Talk Talk to the techno 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a guitar 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Inner City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Clear Light,
Ronan,
Fatback Band,
Bad Manners,
The Move,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
EPMD,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Iggy Pop,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Last Poets,
Intrusion,
Prince Buster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Urselle,
Davy DMX,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
Mad Mike,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
Q65,
Country Teasers,
Monolake,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Harmonia,
Fugazi,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Enemy,
Janne Schatter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Essential Logic,
Negative Approach,
Agitation Free,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.