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 Latvia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tubeway Army to the funk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül,
Scan 7,
Todd Rundgren,
Delta 5,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
Camouflage,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry's Kids,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
Ultravox,
The Doors,
Todd Terry,
Pantytec,
Al Stewart,
Sparks,
Scrapy,
Mark Hollis,
Jawbox,
Graham Central Station,
the Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Rekid,
Severed Heads,
Scratch Acid,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Christie,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Easy Going,
Liliput,
Minutemen,
Adolescents,
Funkadelic,
David Bowie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul II Soul,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
The Mummies,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer,
Nas,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.