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 Micronesia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the jazz 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Flamin' Groovies,
Leonard Cohen,
Silicon Teens,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
Colin Newman,
The Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Scientists,
Bang On A Can,
Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Joyce Sims,
Cymande,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blues Magoos,
Lakeside,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wally Richardson,
The Pop Group,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doors,
Marc Almond,
MDC,
The Mummies,
Wings,
Davy DMX,
Alton Ellis,
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
Blancmange,
Dennis Brown,
Spoonie Gee,
Toni Rubio,
The Saints,
Skaos,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Judy Mowatt,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
DJ Style,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.