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 India and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Easy Going to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cramps,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T,
Soul II Soul,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Whodini,
The New Christs,
Ohio Players,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Alison Limerick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Subhumans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris & Cosey,
Lungfish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
Eve St. Jones,
Ituana,
Nick Fraelich,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Nils Olav,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vainqueur,
Glenn Branca,
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones,
Easy Going,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Howard Jones,
The Wake,
Khruangbin,
Arthur Verocai,
Minnie Riperton,
Sam Rivers,
Black Flag,
Simply Red,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang On A Can,
The Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Qualms,
New Age Steppers,
cv313,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stiv Bators,
Adolescents,
Stetsasonic,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.