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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Leaves,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pulsallama,
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doors,
Sex Pistols,
Joey Negro,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
cv313,
Sällskapet,
Accadde A,
Quantec,
Hardrive,
Simply Red,
Grauzone,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
Aloha Tigers,
Swans,
Slick Rick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
The Happenings,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-Ray Spex,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
Al Stewart,
Surgeon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cowsills,
Robert Wyatt,
Warren Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monolake,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television,
Deepchord,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.