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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Delta 5 to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Darondo,
Ohio Players,
Sister Nancy,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stiv Bators,
Bang On A Can,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Patti Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Young Rascals,
Alphaville,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gong,
Freddie Wadling,
Buzzcocks,
Vainqueur,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Parry Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
Dark Day,
Sugar Minott,
Jeru the Damaja,
Simply Red,
Deakin,
Harry Pussy,
Mars,
the Association,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Motorama,
Pantaleimon,
The Fortunes,
Khruangbin,
X-101,
Maurizio,
Marc Almond,
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pagans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camberwell Now,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dave Gahan,
Tom Boy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fugazi,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.