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 Denmark and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rock 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells 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?
Arthur Verocai,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
MDC,
The Evens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flash Fearless,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Quantec,
Brand Nubian,
Alphaville,
Hardrive,
The Star Department,
Pussy Galore,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
F. McDonald,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dead C,
Eden Ahbez,
The Black Dice,
The Neon Judgement,
JFA,
Aaron Thompson,
Thee Headcoats,
Al Stewart,
Wings,
The Pop Group,
Fluxion,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Cheater Slicks,
Minny Pops,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
Kas Product,
cv313,
The Searchers,
Grey Daturas,
Tubeway Army,
Marmalade,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
Newcleus,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.