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 Tajikistan and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Monolake to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Angry Samoans,
Technova,
Simply Red,
World's Most,
the Soft Cell,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Howard Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Green,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hardrive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Christie,
Accadde A,
D'Angelo,
Thompson Twins,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker,
Motorama,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
New York Dolls,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Procol Harum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siglo XX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fad Gadget,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
the Association,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moby Grape,
The United States of America,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxy Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
H. Thieme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
One Last Wish,
Bob Dylan,
Ultra Naté,
The Stooges,
Outsiders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joey Negro,
Bizarre Inc.,
Loose Ends,
Ronnie Foster,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.