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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tim Buckley to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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?
AZ,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
Faust,
Chris & Cosey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drexciya,
Rakim,
Suicide,
Wings,
Radio Birdman,
T.S.O.L.,
Josef K,
The Birthday Party,
the Bar-Kays,
Thee Headcoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
D'Angelo,
The J.B.'s,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Wake,
John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
The Litter,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
The Offenders,
Gang Green,
Sällskapet,
DNA,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Neon Judgement,
Absolute Body Control,
Depeche Mode,
Cheater Slicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maleditus Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Jawbox,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.