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 Afghanistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The Motions to the jazz 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Buckinghams,
Negative Approach,
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Connie Case,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
Boz Scaggs,
Heaven 17,
John Lydon,
The Mummies,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
Hardrive,
Buzzcocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
Marine Girls,
Rod Modell,
The Fall,
Jawbox,
Eric Dolphy,
The Skatalites,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camberwell Now,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra,
Gong,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultra Naté,
Barry Ungar,
Porter Ricks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delta 5,
Visage,
Animal Collective,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
The Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pussy Galore,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Style,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.