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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Alison Limerick,
Alice Coltrane,
ABBA,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
Jacques Brel,
Eddi Front,
Massinfluence,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aloha Tigers,
The Buckinghams,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
K-Klass,
Underground Resistance,
Boredoms,
The Knickerbockers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Hill,
MDC,
Easy Going,
Wings,
The Tremeloes,
Negative Approach,
Leonard Cohen,
Reuben Wilson,
Metal Thangz,
Masters at Work,
CMW,
The Monks,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
Iggy Pop,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Residents,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Excepter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
a-ha,
Jeru the Damaja,
Model 500,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.