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 the UAE and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Shuggie Otis,
Quadrant,
Anakelly,
Suburban Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Flag,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Human League,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
Ralphi Rosario,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra,
Dennis Brown,
Eve St. Jones,
Marmalade,
Henry Cow,
Royal Trux,
The Cowsills,
The Fuzztones,
The Neon Judgement,
Brass Construction,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pulsallama,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronan,
Faraquet,
Hardrive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Kaleidoscope,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The J.B.'s,
The Barracudas,
Gabor Szabo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warsaw,
Drexciya,
Josef K,
Porter Ricks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
The Five Americans,
Pagans,
Graham Central Station,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
Television,
DNA,
Kayak,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.