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 Austria and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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,
Altered Images,
Soulsonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Maurizio,
Mad Mike,
Suicide,
Oblivians,
Sandy B,
Simply Red,
Brick,
The Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
The Dirtbombs,
Idris Muhammad,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Depeche Mode,
Adolescents,
Brothers Johnson,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Model 500,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
The Beau Brummels,
Judy Mowatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Niagra,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Zero Boys,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
David Bowie,
New Order,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boogie Down Productions,
B.T. Express,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Moon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists,
Urselle,
Minnie Riperton,
James White and The Blacks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Steve Hackett,
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.