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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
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 guitar 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 Fad Gadget to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Prince Buster,
Lyres,
Yellowson,
Aural Exciters,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Minutemen,
Sight & Sound,
the Association,
Gichy Dan,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Juan Atkins,
Main Source,
Slick Rick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pere Ubu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vainqueur,
Whodini,
Marine Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
Kurtis Blow,
Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
Funky Four + One,
Lower 48,
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacques Brel,
The Cowsills,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
Alphaville,
Desert Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minny Pops,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.