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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Wolf Eyes,
Mars,
Easy Going,
China Crisis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Parry Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Wake,
Bronski Beat,
Sex Pistols,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
Minny Pops,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fortunes,
Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Altered Images,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gories,
Peter and Kerry,
The Associates,
Quadrant,
The Star Department,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Charles Mingus,
Susan Cadogan,
Monolake,
the Bar-Kays,
Fat Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joy Division,
Heaven 17,
The Cowsills,
The Barracudas,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fall,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scrapy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.