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 Armenia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 The Invisible to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Offenders,
Peter and Kerry,
Dead Boys,
Agitation Free,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
The Count Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
Godley & Creme,
Moebius,
Cameo,
Man Eating Sloth,
MDC,
Grauzone,
Masters at Work,
Barrington Levy,
Main Source,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Black Pus,
Underground Resistance,
The Dead C,
The J.B.'s,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Lynne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liliput,
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
The Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
The Busters,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
Rapeman,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
Wings,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Ituana,
Bang On A Can,
The Tremeloes,
Inner City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Trojans,
Bootsy Collins,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim,
Archie Shepp,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
Gang of Four,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.