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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Heaven 17 to the rock 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
Average White Band,
Graham Central Station,
Rekid,
Mantronix,
Procol Harum,
Mandrill,
Darondo,
The Fugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
MDC,
Shuggie Otis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
OOIOO,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cramps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Basic Channel,
The Birthday Party,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angry Samoans,
Scan 7,
Neu!,
the Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siglo XX,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio,
Maleditus Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vainqueur,
Clear Light,
Camberwell Now,
PIL,
The Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Dawn Penn,
Groovy Waters,
Severed Heads,
K-Klass,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army,
The Slackers,
Bill Wells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
Livin' Joy,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.