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 Latvia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swans,
Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Franke,
Bobby Byrd,
T. Rex,
Easy Going,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
UT,
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
Gong,
Aloha Tigers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zero Boys,
Smog,
Lyres,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mummies,
Skarface,
Fela Kuti,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
Yellowson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nico,
Black Flag,
Pole,
Maurizio,
MC5,
Schoolly D,
The Victims,
World's Most,
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
Accadde A,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Foxx,
The Fugs,
The Techniques,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hashim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suicide,
Todd Rundgren,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Whodini,
the Human League,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.