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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Kenny Larkin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
The Toasters,
Siglo XX,
Susan Cadogan,
Monks,
Half Japanese,
10cc,
Sex Pistols,
The Wake,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Flipper,
Main Source,
Nico,
The Blackbyrds,
Deakin,
Aaron Thompson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gun Club,
Simply Red,
Excepter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalann,
Scientists,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
Unwound,
Dead Boys,
The United States of America,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Parry Music,
Bob Dylan,
The Misunderstood,
Alison Limerick,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
Lungfish,
Black Bananas,
Crash Course in Science,
Scrapy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Tom Boy,
the Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABBA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.