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 Indonesia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radio Birdman 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Stiv Bators,
The Toasters,
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U,
The Gladiators,
Lower 48,
The Mummies,
Jacob Miller,
Kaleidoscope,
Tim Buckley,
Public Enemy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Music Machine,
Chrome,
Nico,
Infiniti,
Erykah Badu,
Cal Tjader,
Quando Quango,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television,
Symarip,
Hoover,
Loose Ends,
Bizarre Inc.,
Organ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
The Invisible,
Ronan,
Fluxion,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cowsills,
Bauhaus,
Arcadia,
Laurel Aitken,
Inner City,
Moby Grape,
R.M.O.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Clarke,
Masters at Work,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Hill,
Sparks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Martian,
Maurizio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
JFA,
The Divine Comedy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.