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 Pakistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ice-T to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Seeds,
Little Man,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
Schoolly D,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brick,
The Move,
New York Dolls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stereo Dub,
Hasil Adkins,
The Human League,
Bad Manners,
Lyres,
Ossler,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Finger,
Masters at Work,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sarah Menescal,
Crash Course in Science,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drexciya,
Quadrant,
The Blues Magoos,
Oblivians,
The Searchers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Victims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Janne Schatter,
Camberwell Now,
48th St. Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Negative Approach,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
Technova,
Oneida,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
Andrew Hill,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.