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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 theremin and an oboe 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mandrill,
Circle Jerks,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League,
Josef K,
Can,
Joy Division,
Easy Going,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
Nico,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
Alton Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Das Ding,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
Donny Hathaway,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scratch Acid,
Blancmange,
Pantytec,
Desert Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MDC,
Lou Reed,
Minor Threat,
Isaac Hayes,
The Red Krayola,
The Motions,
Grey Daturas,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
Sister Nancy,
The Gun Club,
Nick Fraelich,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pretty Things,
Nation of Ulysses,
Metal Thangz,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.