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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Patti Smith,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pylon,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Sherman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mark Hollis,
The Move,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skaos,
Y Pants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T.S.O.L.,
Pagans,
Porter Ricks,
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Niagra,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oblivians,
The Velvet Underground,
The Evens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minny Pops,
Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Smog,
Average White Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Althea and Donna,
The Barracudas,
Black Sheep,
Popol Vuh,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Mills,
Shoche,
Mars,
Crispian St. Peters,
The J.B.'s,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barry Ungar,
Peter & Gordon,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.