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 Brazil and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
Alphaville,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Outsiders,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed,
48th St. Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tim Buckley,
Simply Red,
The Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Technova,
The Toasters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Pole,
The Gories,
The Red Krayola,
The Modern Lovers,
Lucky Dragons,
China Crisis,
Deadbeat,
Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Crooked Eye,
Scientists,
Smog,
The Music Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
Silicon Teens,
A Certain Ratio,
The Black Dice,
Pere Ubu,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
Hoover,
Joensuu 1685,
the Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
The Durutti Column,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
Funkadelic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Association,
The Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
One Last Wish,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.