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 Guyana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Adolescents to the grime 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Gories,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minutemen,
Bill Near,
The Victims,
Stiv Bators,
Livin' Joy,
Goldenarms,
Thee Headcoats,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T. Rex,
The Mummies,
The Durutti Column,
The Leaves,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Searchers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Porter Ricks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
Accadde A,
X-101,
This Heat,
David McCallum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
The Smoke,
Fad Gadget,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultravox,
Crime,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alice Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Janne Schatter,
Bronski Beat,
Nas,
Public Enemy,
cv313,
Faust,
Lyres,
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.