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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Man Parrish to the electroclash 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young,
The Toasters,
Buzzcocks,
Nils Olav,
John Holt,
Whodini,
Peter and Kerry,
Moss Icon,
Colin Newman,
Guru Guru,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fuzztones,
The Dead C,
The Zeros,
Aural Exciters,
Symarip,
Goldenarms,
The Cure,
Stiv Bators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
U.S. Maple,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
Lightning Bolt,
Delta 5,
MC5,
China Crisis,
Mantronix,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
Nico,
EPMD,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maleditus Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Finger,
Pole,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
Nas,
Morten Harket,
Kaleidoscope,
Patti Smith,
Dark Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Clear Light,
Gang of Four,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sandy B,
Jimmy McGriff,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.