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 Israel and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Visage to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 rhodes and a marimba 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 a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Magma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Smog,
Motorama,
The Smoke,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blackbyrds,
T. Rex,
Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy,
Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lakeside,
the Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Japan,
One Last Wish,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
Flipper,
Don Cherry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bluetip,
DJ Sneak,
Marmalade,
cv313,
Robert Hood,
Y Pants,
The Techniques,
X-102,
Television Personalities,
the Slits,
Mad Mike,
Lou Christie,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bob Dylan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unrelated Segments,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scratch Acid,
Bauhaus,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fat Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna,
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Qualms,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.