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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Beau Brummels to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
Hoover,
Robert Wyatt,
Howard Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Halsall,
Quantec,
Television Personalities,
Harmonia,
Ultravox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Sheep,
Black Pus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tears for Fears,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scan 7,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Hood,
Fat Boys,
Blancmange,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
Ossler,
David McCallum,
Intrusion,
Mandrill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dorothy Ashby,
La Düsseldorf,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
the Germs,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
Joyce Sims,
Eli Mardock,
Spoonie Gee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Iggy Pop,
Zapp,
Smog,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Christie,
Junior Murvin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Normal,
Radiohead,
Sun City Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rites of Spring,
Technova,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.