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 Cuba and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Mantronix to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Magma,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Scrapy,
Bauhaus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reagan Youth,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harry Pussy,
MC5,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
Surgeon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hashim,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül,
Cluster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lakeside,
Boz Scaggs,
Rod Modell,
Index,
Sun City Girls,
The Victims,
Black Sheep,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bob Dylan,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
Nirvana,
Heaven 17,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mars,
Darondo,
Radiohead,
Grauzone,
Masters at Work,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.