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 Qatar and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Leonard Cohen to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eddi Front,
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yellowson,
Godley & Creme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
the Normal,
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
Donald Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Camouflage,
This Heat,
Aural Exciters,
The Martian,
Mantronix,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mojo Men,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lightning Bolt,
Masters at Work,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bluetip,
Minny Pops,
Eric Copeland,
The Slits,
Blake Baxter,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy Collins,
Sarah Menescal,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Severed Heads,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
Smog,
The Searchers,
Blancmange,
Model 500,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
The Names,
the Slits,
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lyres,
The Blues Magoos,
The Standells,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.