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 United Kingdom and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Hardrive to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonic Youth,
Fat Boys,
Fear,
Rotary Connection,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Christie,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines,
The Martian,
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw,
Bush Tetras,
Dark Day,
Rod Modell,
Ludus,
Fugazi,
The Angels of Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
Rapeman,
Mission of Burma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
The Victims,
The Neon Judgement,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers,
Hot Snakes,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Clear Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fluxion,
The Motions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Green,
John Coltrane,
Skriet,
Interpol,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.