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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Junior Murvin to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Derrick May,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Walker Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
the Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
The Techniques,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lyres,
Todd Rundgren,
PIL,
Pylon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Talk Talk,
The Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Quantec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
China Crisis,
Chris Corsano,
the Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Thompson Twins,
Gichy Dan,
Ponytail,
John Coltrane,
World's Most,
The Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
48th St. Collective,
Lalann,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Susan Cadogan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Litter,
Blossom Toes,
Black Flag,
June of 44,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moby Grape,
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unrelated Segments,
Desert Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Cymande,
The Fuzztones,
Whodini,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.