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 Turkey and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warsaw to the crunk 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
L. Decosne,
The Real Kids,
Faust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Parry Music,
Alton Ellis,
The United States of America,
Zapp,
T. Rex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Simply Red,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
The Cure,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks,
Black Bananas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mantronix,
ABC,
Khruangbin,
Scratch Acid,
Animal Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Lyres,
The New Christs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
Circle Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
The Dead C,
Prince Buster,
Unwound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
Sight & Sound,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.