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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Lucky Dragons to the dance 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Barrington Levy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Althea and Donna,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smiths,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Görl,
Crooked Eye,
The Music Machine,
Black Flag,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
kango's stein massive,
The Happenings,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
Inner City,
The Moody Blues,
Rufus Thomas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arcadia,
The Evens,
The Move,
Hashim,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Real Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Severed Heads,
Eric Copeland,
MDC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amazonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection,
the Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Cal Tjader,
Motorama,
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faraquet,
Bill Near,
Swell Maps,
The Invisible,
Los Fastidios,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.