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 Eritrea and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 Faraquet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Tears for Fears,
Wally Richardson,
Sonic Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-102,
Maurizio,
Unwound,
Das Ding,
Bootsy Collins,
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camberwell Now,
CMW,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Tremeloes,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
Soul II Soul,
Wolf Eyes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
B.T. Express,
Marmalade,
Isaac Hayes,
The Associates,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Trojans,
Dave Gahan,
Dennis Brown,
Newcleus,
The J.B.'s,
Magma,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slave,
Rod Modell,
Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
Smog,
Massinfluence,
Stiv Bators,
FM Einheit,
Index,
Lou Christie,
Delta 5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skriet,
The Gories,
Stetsasonic,
One Last Wish,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
Skarface,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.