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 Brunei and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 The Buckinghams to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Anakelly,
Blancmange,
Moss Icon,
The Toasters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wolf Eyes,
Pylon,
Tears for Fears,
The Doors,
Severed Heads,
Stiv Bators,
Godley & Creme,
R.M.O.,
Outsiders,
Niagra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
Icehouse,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed,
Joyce Sims,
ABBA,
48th St. Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Essential Logic,
Aswad,
Deakin,
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Remains,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
K-Klass,
Tres Demented,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mummies,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
Alison Limerick,
Al Stewart,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Khruangbin,
World's Most,
10cc,
Country Teasers,
JFA,
Kenny Larkin,
New Order,
Sound Behaviour,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maleditus Sound,
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
Ohio Players,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.