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 Ethiopia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
Roxy Music,
Icehouse,
Fear,
The Angels of Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Stereo Dub,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
Ronnie Foster,
John Lydon,
Unwound,
Supertramp,
Von Mondo,
Pulsallama,
Pierre Henry,
Gong,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul II Soul,
The Fortunes,
Sällskapet,
Wire,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eddi Front,
OOIOO,
48th St. Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moleskins,
Aswad,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
Absolute Body Control,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zapp,
The Cramps,
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.