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 Togo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
Robert Hood,
Duran Duran,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Graham Central Station,
Rapeman,
Kas Product,
Erasure,
Spoonie Gee,
Icehouse,
Scion,
Alton Ellis,
PIL,
This Heat,
Severed Heads,
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters,
Agent Orange,
Goldenarms,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
The Toasters,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
Intrusion,
Minor Threat,
David McCallum,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fugazi,
The Divine Comedy,
Rotary Connection,
ABC,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
The Motions,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Metal Thangz,
Magazine,
The Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Smog,
Cameo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.