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 Cyprus and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Television,
The Birthday Party,
Boredoms,
PIL,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Essential Logic,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Black Dice,
The Kinks,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
Minor Threat,
EPMD,
James White and The Blacks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pretty Things,
Sonic Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Deakin,
L. Decosne,
Banda Bassotti,
Joensuu 1685,
Flamin' Groovies,
Juan Atkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aloha Tigers,
Josef K,
The Mummies,
Crooked Eye,
Interpol,
Scion,
K-Klass,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fuzztones,
The Move,
Ludus,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Mills,
The Victims,
Severed Heads,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant,
Qualms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Audionom,
Public Enemy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q65,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lakeside,
David McCallum,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quando Quango,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.