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 Niger and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Zeros to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Leaves,
The Mummies,
MDC,
Robert Görl,
Stereo Dub,
Spandau Ballet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Basic Channel,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
Fad Gadget,
B.T. Express,
Eddi Front,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
Quando Quango,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Model 500,
Cameo,
Wings,
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young,
Lindisfarne,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
Pere Ubu,
The Motions,
The Happenings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Hasil Adkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Wake,
Faust,
Vainqueur,
Black Sheep,
The American Breed,
Radiohead,
Kenny Larkin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Age Steppers,
Joey Negro,
Janne Schatter,
The Residents,
The Monks,
Pylon,
UT,
Roxy Music,
In Retrospect,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Buckinghams,
The Move,
Ossler,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.