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 Turkey and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Godley & Creme to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
Livin' Joy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
Eurythmics,
A Certain Ratio,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
Tom Boy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Von Mondo,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Clear Light,
Nico,
Groovy Waters,
Ice-T,
Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Bourne,
Babytalk,
Donny Hathaway,
Pagans,
Shoche,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
Kas Product,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Wells,
ABBA,
Excepter,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
Icehouse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronnie Foster,
Ponytail,
The Leaves,
Mr. Review,
Cameo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Remains,
Ituana,
John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cowsills,
The Pop Group,
Zapp,
Michelle Simonal,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.