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 Pakistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Todd Rundgren to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Roger Hodgson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
The Stooges,
Swans,
Q65,
The Offenders,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suburban Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spandau Ballet,
Blossom Toes,
The Fugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Metal Thangz,
Siglo XX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pagans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Index,
The Litter,
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Rundgren,
Main Source,
Brick,
John Cale,
The Slits,
The Martian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
Mad Mike,
Graham Central Station,
Unwound,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hoover,
Connie Case,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
LL Cool J,
The Selecter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
the Association,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slackers,
Ken Boothe,
Mantronix,
Royal Trux,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.