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 Cambodia and from Paris.
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 Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pet Shop Boys,
Adolescents,
Bush Tetras,
Wire,
Yaz,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Sheep,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed,
Mandrill,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
The Mummies,
Funky Four + One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
Y Pants,
OOIOO,
Franke,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young,
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues,
Surgeon,
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana,
Camouflage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
T. Rex,
The J.B.'s,
Hasil Adkins,
Warren Ellis,
Oneida,
New Order,
The Velvet Underground,
The Five Americans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Holt,
Agitation Free,
Cymande,
Tommy Roe,
Harmonia,
Quadrant,
Leonard Cohen,
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.