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 South Sudan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 a-ha to the rock 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultimate Spinach,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythm & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
The Cure,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
Organ,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barrington Levy,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Association,
Roy Ayers,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
F. McDonald,
ABBA,
Essential Logic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smiths,
Massinfluence,
Arcadia,
Yazoo,
Interpol,
Brand Nubian,
Public Enemy,
World's Most,
Pylon,
Barbara Tucker,
Fugazi,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Animal Collective,
JFA,
Au Pairs,
Altered Images,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
Darondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Kaleidoscope,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.