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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Byron Stingily to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Wasted Youth,
Hoover,
Donny Hathaway,
Talk Talk,
Lungfish,
Buzzcocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
The Stooges,
Goldenarms,
June Days,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Leonard Cohen,
Sex Pistols,
Marvin Gaye,
The Techniques,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
X-101,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Remains,
Gong,
Roxette,
Deadbeat,
U.S. Maple,
Barrington Levy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Outsiders,
Interpol,
Sparks,
The Birthday Party,
Scrapy,
The Buckinghams,
Jawbox,
Soft Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grey Daturas,
Siglo XX,
The Pop Group,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
The Golliwogs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks,
Mr. Review,
Adolescents,
Das Ding,
Radio Birdman,
Peter & Gordon,
Yazoo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
Davy DMX,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.