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 Antigua and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Main Source to the grunge 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Order,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec,
Make Up,
China Crisis,
Lalann,
Panda Bear,
Steve Hackett,
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
Joy Division,
Surgeon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siglo XX,
Blancmange,
EPMD,
Monolake,
Buzzcocks,
Parry Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hasil Adkins,
Flipper,
Quadrant,
The Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Slick Rick,
Second Layer,
Jawbox,
Johnny Clarke,
R.M.O.,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pere Ubu,
Gang Starr,
Motorama,
Shuggie Otis,
Letta Mbulu,
Mission of Burma,
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
the Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pagans,
Carl Craig,
Spandau Ballet,
New York Dolls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nik Kershaw,
the Human League,
Loose Ends,
The American Breed,
Ken Boothe,
the Normal,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.