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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 The Walker Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Make Up,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül II,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
Roger Hodgson,
Pulsallama,
ABBA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Silicon Teens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Offenders,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Cymande,
Ultravox,
Vainqueur,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach,
The Cowsills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visage,
Camouflage,
Suburban Knight,
Gong,
Soulsonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
World's Most,
Fat Boys,
Y Pants,
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun City Girls,
Smog,
Marc Almond,
Wally Richardson,
Mission of Burma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Supertramp,
Brass Construction,
Tres Demented,
Massinfluence,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bronski Beat,
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
Aaron Thompson,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.