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 St Lucia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the funk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doors,
Sparks,
Cybotron,
The Velvet Underground,
The Litter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warsaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bob Dylan,
One Last Wish,
Masters at Work,
Malaria!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Barracudas,
Sex Pistols,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mr. Review,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Khruangbin,
Chris Corsano,
A Certain Ratio,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swans,
The Slits,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Halsall,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Count Five,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kenny Larkin,
Joyce Sims,
Babytalk,
Audionom,
Aloha Tigers,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.