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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 The Slits to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Newcleus,
Essential Logic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agitation Free,
Shuggie Otis,
Rekid,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius,
Black Flag,
Swell Maps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories,
a-ha,
Wings,
Freddie Wadling,
The Motions,
The J.B.'s,
Wolf Eyes,
CMW,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Victims,
This Heat,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
X-102,
John Lydon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash,
James White and The Blacks,
Leonard Cohen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zero Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Lucky Dragons,
Altered Images,
The Last Poets,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
Neu!,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
Pole,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
Sällskapet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doors,
Sex Pistols,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.