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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Patti Smith to the grime 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Star Department,
The Raincoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Offenders,
Depeche Mode,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nirvana,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick Morgan,
Lyres,
The Barracudas,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sixth Finger,
Skarface,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dark Day,
The Cure,
Rotary Connection,
The Residents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Technova,
Roxette,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
U.S. Maple,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
Severed Heads,
Fluxion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scientists,
Bobby Sherman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monks,
Ponytail,
Essential Logic,
Funky Four + One,
the Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
The Last Poets,
Goldenarms,
Mad Mike,
Zero Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.