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 Spain and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-102 to the rock 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Tim Buckley,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Malaria!,
Cymande,
the Normal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joy Division,
Eric Copeland,
the Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Frankie Knuckles,
China Crisis,
The J.B.'s,
Yusef Lateef,
Godley & Creme,
Ossler,
Steve Hackett,
K-Klass,
Graham Central Station,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
The Standells,
Agent Orange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delta 5,
Inner City,
Nirvana,
Alton Ellis,
The Gladiators,
The Star Department,
Porter Ricks,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
Nico,
The Litter,
Jacob Miller,
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aswad,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Bowie,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
Loose Ends,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.