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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kas Product to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Sun City Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Popol Vuh,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harmonia,
Hardrive,
Barbara Tucker,
T.S.O.L.,
Negative Approach,
Half Japanese,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
Circle Jerks,
Monolake,
Groovy Waters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Patti Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Echospace,
Deepchord,
The Birthday Party,
Sarah Menescal,
Main Source,
Flash Fearless,
Dead Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ken Boothe,
The Count Five,
Funkadelic,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
Man Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers,
Symarip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
Buzzcocks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pretty Things,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fugazi,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
the Human League,
Monks,
Whodini,
Trumans Water,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.