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 Romania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Patti Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Eric Dolphy,
Tropical Tobacco,
MDC,
Brothers Johnson,
Flash Fearless,
Goldenarms,
Pole,
Ken Boothe,
Sparks,
Fatback Band,
Royal Trux,
Kerri Chandler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
Porter Ricks,
Boredoms,
Q and Not U,
Silicon Teens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hoover,
Robert Wyatt,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
Darondo,
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster,
Tim Buckley,
Public Enemy,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Near,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
Television,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young,
The Residents,
Piero Umiliani,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
The Slackers,
Crooked Eye,
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus,
Ultra Naté,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Average White Band,
The Human League,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dawn Penn,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.