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 Kosovo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
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 rhodes 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 Pere Ubu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
June Days,
The Zeros,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
Nation of Ulysses,
E-Dancer,
Rites of Spring,
Minor Threat,
Joy Division,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Clear Light,
DJ Style,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Model 500,
a-ha,
John Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liliput,
the Association,
Marcia Griffiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eli Mardock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Rundgren,
Skriet,
Hardrive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Selecter,
Ultravox,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker,
Soft Machine,
Basic Channel,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scratch Acid,
Organ,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
Motorama,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.