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 South Africa and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grunge 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Victims,
10cc,
The Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Albert Ayler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Holt,
Crime,
Siglo XX,
Derrick May,
a-ha,
New Order,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Parrish,
The Techniques,
Malaria!,
Absolute Body Control,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Evens,
Minor Threat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Association,
Sixth Finger,
The Zeros,
Moebius,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spandau Ballet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mad Mike,
Lower 48,
Das Ding,
MDC,
David McCallum,
Tom Boy,
Minnie Riperton,
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
Pierre Henry,
Shoche,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Little Man,
Robert Görl,
T.S.O.L.,
The J.B.'s,
Q65,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.