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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Misunderstood to the jazz 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Kool Moe Dee,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yaz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mandrill,
Pylon,
The Cure,
Skarface,
U.S. Maple,
The Black Dice,
Suburban Knight,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Sneak,
Aloha Tigers,
Infiniti,
Sandy B,
Tres Demented,
DNA,
Average White Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mad Mike,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Rundgren,
Mars,
The Leaves,
Man Parrish,
10cc,
The Wake,
The Fugs,
Bill Wells,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
Simply Red,
Tom Boy,
X-102,
The Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra,
Boredoms,
Popol Vuh,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Smooth,
The Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
B.T. Express,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.