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 Egypt and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Electric Prunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Black Moon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Prince Buster,
Duran Duran,
Swell Maps,
Saccharine Trust,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
Hot Snakes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Organ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Charles Mingus,
Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Fela Kuti,
Gang of Four,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scientists,
Qualms,
Severed Heads,
Gabor Szabo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
The American Breed,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Babytalk,
Skaos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Toni Rubio,
Pole,
Clear Light,
Malaria!,
Simply Red,
The Remains,
The Gladiators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Residents,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül,
Dead Boys,
Blossom Toes,
The J.B.'s,
Thompson Twins,
The Offenders,
Moebius,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visage,
The Young Rascals,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dave Gahan,
Black Pus,
Bob Dylan,
the Slits,
Sandy B,
Country Teasers,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.