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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Peter and Kerry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 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?
Jesper Dahlback,
Radio Birdman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul II Soul,
Mars,
Infiniti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agitation Free,
the Association,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
Japan,
Babytalk,
Neu!,
Rapeman,
The Selecter,
The Moleskins,
Can,
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
Tim Buckley,
Groovy Waters,
The Invisible,
The Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Arab on Radar,
Faraquet,
David Bowie,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
The Buckinghams,
Grey Daturas,
Cameo,
H. Thieme,
Judy Mowatt,
Adolescents,
Quando Quango,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
Byron Stingily,
Steve Hackett,
Kaleidoscope,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Qualms,
Fugazi,
10cc,
Clear Light,
Marine Girls,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.