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 Costa Rica and from New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Babytalk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker,
Scientists,
The Doors,
Black Bananas,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deakin,
The Associates,
Piero Umiliani,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
Cameo,
Public Enemy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Nirvana,
R.M.O.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Fela Kuti,
B.T. Express,
Quadrant,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Organ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Inner City,
The Vogues,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Altered Images,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blackbyrds,
The Angels of Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Flash Fearless,
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.