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 Chad and from Seoul.
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 Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
Japan,
Bill Wells,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magma,
The Victims,
Mr. Review,
Television Personalities,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
FM Einheit,
June Days,
Ultra Naté,
Chris Corsano,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra,
Gang Green,
Accadde A,
Camouflage,
The Names,
Deadbeat,
Cal Tjader,
The Fuzztones,
Fat Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Kas Product,
Stereo Dub,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skriet,
Television,
The Toasters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
a-ha,
Pole,
The Vogues,
Colin Newman,
Q65,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Depeche Mode,
The Kinks,
Terry Callier,
ABBA,
Minutemen,
Robert Görl,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nas,
Sugar Minott,
Skarface,
Deepchord,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.