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 Burkina and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 New York Dolls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ponytail,
Reagan Youth,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
Japan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doors,
Cameo,
Symarip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fear,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
Radiohead,
Lungfish,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masters at Work,
The Moleskins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fat Boys,
Circle Jerks,
a-ha,
Toni Rubio,
Neu!,
The New Christs,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
The Cramps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Sherman,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang of Four,
The Fall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gabor Szabo,
Eddi Front,
Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
Depeche Mode,
Whodini,
OOIOO,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Dolphy,
Lindisfarne,
The Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.