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 Antigua and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 the Association to the dance 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Spandau Ballet,
Harry Pussy,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers,
The Golliwogs,
Flash Fearless,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Bar-Kays,
X-101,
T. Rex,
Minnie Riperton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantytec,
The American Breed,
Black Bananas,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Copeland,
Lyres,
Brothers Johnson,
Stiv Bators,
Ice-T,
Second Layer,
Joy Division,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Wings,
Susan Cadogan,
Marine Girls,
Drexciya,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
Scan 7,
Goldenarms,
Quadrant,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Metal Thangz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gastr Del Sol,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zapp,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Near,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.