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 Sweden and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Victims to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
The Move,
DJ Style,
Quantec,
Desert Stars,
Newcleus,
The Searchers,
The Barracudas,
The Happenings,
Niagra,
Animal Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Zapp,
The Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
Television,
Derrick May,
Delta 5,
David Bowie,
Marvin Gaye,
UT,
L. Decosne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
La Düsseldorf,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Dennis Brown,
Patti Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Moon,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glenn Branca,
Joyce Sims,
Outsiders,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
The Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
The Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Second Layer,
Pylon,
cv313,
Rod Modell,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Holt,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.