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 Bulgaria and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Hot Snakes to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
Eden Ahbez,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funkadelic,
Boredoms,
Spoonie Gee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harry Pussy,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Christie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
kango's stein massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-101,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Technova,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Byron Stingily,
Rapeman,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
Ultra Naté,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
E-Dancer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cluster,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
Vladislav Delay,
Moby Grape,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
Silicon Teens,
Marvin Gaye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lyres,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
T. Rex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skriet,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.