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 Switzerland and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Music Machine,
Masters at Work,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
The Gap Band,
Talk Talk,
Mr. Review,
Cybotron,
Mad Mike,
Marc Almond,
The Pretty Things,
Fad Gadget,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
Fear,
Don Cherry,
The Invisible,
The Smoke,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James White and The Blacks,
The Leaves,
Zapp,
Warren Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Subhumans,
Accadde A,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
The Victims,
Roxette,
Animal Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aural Exciters,
Brick,
Motorama,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra,
Blake Baxter,
Slave,
Davy DMX,
Mandrill,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Hood,
Brand Nubian,
AZ,
The Move,
Ten City,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Cale,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.