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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Derrick Morgan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Davy DMX,
H. Thieme,
Lyres,
Godley & Creme,
Little Man,
X-101,
AZ,
Bob Dylan,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
Nico,
Gabor Szabo,
The Victims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple,
The New Christs,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mojo Men,
Ludus,
The Kinks,
Banda Bassotti,
Dead Boys,
Brass Construction,
The Modern Lovers,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake,
Hasil Adkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Alphaville,
Suicide,
Skaos,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
The Doors,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf,
The Buckinghams,
Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris Corsano,
X-102,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.