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 Haiti and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Selecter to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Unwound,
David McCallum,
Boz Scaggs,
Dead Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chrome,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers,
Gong,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Model 500,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Pus,
The Star Department,
Accadde A,
Quadrant,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dark Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Section 25,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
The Zeros,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
Eurythmics,
The Invisible,
Essential Logic,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
Pole,
Siglo XX,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins,
Interpol,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
Nik Kershaw,
Barry Ungar,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.