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 Australia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Radiohead,
The Red Krayola,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MC5,
The Black Dice,
Morten Harket,
Robert Hood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The J.B.'s,
Brick,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang of Four,
New Order,
Sonic Youth,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Roger Hodgson,
PIL,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
OOIOO,
Scratch Acid,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Faust,
X-101,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suicide,
Bronski Beat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gap Band,
Dave Gahan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barry Ungar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
David McCallum,
Japan,
Urselle,
Camberwell Now,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
T. Rex,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quando Quango,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.