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 Hungary and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Star Department 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cramps,
Bill Wells,
Scan 7,
X-Ray Spex,
the Germs,
Masters at Work,
The Velvet Underground,
Gastr Del Sol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scientists,
Slave,
The Shadows of Knight,
Silicon Teens,
In Retrospect,
Donald Byrd,
The Mummies,
Steve Hackett,
Yazoo,
Spandau Ballet,
Mission of Burma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Almond,
The Dirtbombs,
Kas Product,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donny Hathaway,
the Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Khruangbin,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
One Last Wish,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed,
Eric Copeland,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yellowson,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
Tubeway Army,
The Count Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Cale,
DNA,
Pole,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.