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 Singapore and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the dance 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brick,
Whodini,
Dual Sessions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
ABC,
Isaac Hayes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gichy Dan,
Leonard Cohen,
Shoche,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster,
The Residents,
DNA,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
Steve Hackett,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
Patti Smith,
Joyce Sims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
Funky Four + One,
Excepter,
Byron Stingily,
Pylon,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Boredoms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aaron Thompson,
EPMD,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lungfish,
Althea and Donna,
Josef K,
Moebius,
Alton Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mo-Dettes,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agitation Free,
Chris Corsano,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fall,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
Mandrill,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.