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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the dance 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
Adolescents,
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
Black Moon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pagans,
Lou Reed,
Mission of Burma,
Warren Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
The Associates,
Joyce Sims,
John Lydon,
Basic Channel,
These Immortal Souls,
The Walker Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Jandek,
Moebius,
The Smoke,
Swell Maps,
Babytalk,
Flash Fearless,
The Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
Kool Moe Dee,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Sneak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Iggy Pop,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Half Japanese,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lakeside,
The Offenders,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter,
Underground Resistance,
Buzzcocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Can,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.