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 Iran 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nas to the grunge 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 snare 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Terry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
U.S. Maple,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Leonard Cohen,
Eden Ahbez,
Tres Demented,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
Pantaleimon,
Dennis Brown,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Buzzcocks,
Boredoms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pagans,
The Angels of Light,
Brick,
The Young Rascals,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
Gong,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Misunderstood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
JFA,
The Tremeloes,
Pylon,
Q65,
AZ,
Nirvana,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
The Standells,
Maurizio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Archie Shepp,
L. Decosne,
Oblivians,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis,
Flipper,
Symarip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sam Rivers,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.