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 Belize and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Ituana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zapp,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Dolphy,
Essential Logic,
Y Pants,
Funkadelic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mo-Dettes,
Oblivians,
The Smiths,
Panda Bear,
Lalann,
Stiv Bators,
The Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
David Axelrod,
Rufus Thomas,
Parry Music,
Basic Channel,
The Golliwogs,
Technova,
Moebius,
Popol Vuh,
Sam Rivers,
Supertramp,
The New Christs,
Don Cherry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
10cc,
Bush Tetras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Althea and Donna,
David McCallum,
Johnny Clarke,
Skarface,
Metal Thangz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Livin' Joy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lindisfarne,
Quadrant,
Flipper,
KRS-One,
Jeff Lynne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wire,
Sex Pistols,
the Association,
The Monochrome Set,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.