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 El Salvador and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ituana to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fluxion,
Blake Baxter,
Moby Grape,
The Smiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly,
Stiv Bators,
Piero Umiliani,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
the Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Steve Hackett,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama,
Crooked Eye,
Skaos,
The Buckinghams,
Shuggie Otis,
Masters at Work,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tres Demented,
Crime,
Accadde A,
Youth Brigade,
The Barracudas,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radio Birdman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
H. Thieme,
Stereo Dub,
Technova,
Kaleidoscope,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Stooges,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Angels of Light,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Index,
Easy Going,
Black Pus,
Eric Copeland,
The Gladiators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June Days,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.