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 Mexico and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 E-Dancer to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Bananas,
David Bowie,
Anthony Braxton,
Average White Band,
Kayak,
Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Age Steppers,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Image Ltd.,
La Düsseldorf,
Wally Richardson,
Basic Channel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Fatback Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
Make Up,
Maleditus Sound,
Fat Boys,
June Days,
Bad Manners,
John Holt,
Donald Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aural Exciters,
Das Ding,
Eve St. Jones,
Joey Negro,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
cv313,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blancmange,
Pylon,
a-ha,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moss Icon,
Hot Snakes,
Ludus,
Yazoo,
Aaron Thompson,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.