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 Malaysia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rap 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Bourne,
F. McDonald,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Fraelich,
T.S.O.L.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Residents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel,
Agitation Free,
Man Parrish,
B.T. Express,
ABBA,
Bob Dylan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
Technova,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rekid,
Chrome,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
The Knickerbockers,
Babytalk,
the Germs,
The Red Krayola,
Moebius,
Dawn Penn,
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fall,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dark Day,
Cluster,
Essential Logic,
Jerry's Kids,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.