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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the funk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Litter,
Symarip,
Godley & Creme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rakim,
Cameo,
Mars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lyres,
Pantytec,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
Japan,
The Gories,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
UT,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
LL Cool J,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yellowson,
Ultravox,
Guru Guru,
Gong,
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
Faraquet,
Accadde A,
Circle Jerks,
Moebius,
The Fuzztones,
Surgeon,
Main Source,
Bill Near,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül II,
Idris Muhammad,
Dark Day,
Monolake,
Fugazi,
The Associates,
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
Fatback Band,
The Buckinghams,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
Icehouse,
Man Parrish,
Ponytail,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
Mandrill,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.