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 Tonga and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
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 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 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 X-102 to the techno 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a synthesizer 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donald Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crash Course in Science,
Babytalk,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang On A Can,
Underground Resistance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
David Axelrod,
Albert Ayler,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
Average White Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Niagra,
The Dirtbombs,
The New Christs,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fad Gadget,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Motions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fuzztones,
The Invisible,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rakim,
Sällskapet,
John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
H. Thieme,
Oneida,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slits,
Hashim,
Alison Limerick,
the Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Martian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pere Ubu,
Shoche,
Los Fastidios,
Livin' Joy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.