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 Guyana and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Velvet Underground to the disco 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Goldenarms,
T.S.O.L.,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fall,
Infiniti,
Vladislav Delay,
Mo-Dettes,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Rites of Spring,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed,
Lalann,
Rufus Thomas,
Easy Going,
Soft Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Charles Mingus,
Maleditus Sound,
Deakin,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
Skriet,
Royal Trux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Laurel Aitken,
Ten City,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Toasters,
The Index,
New York Dolls,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers,
Cal Tjader,
Boredoms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Almond,
Sun City Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Ohio Players,
ABBA,
Colin Newman,
Lakeside,
Jacques Brel,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.