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 Montenegro and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Metal Thangz to the rap 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Vogues,
Matthew Bourne,
Skriet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Litter,
Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thompson Twins,
The Pretty Things,
The Offenders,
The Selecter,
Dual Sessions,
Agent Orange,
Camouflage,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T. Rex,
Rapeman,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aural Exciters,
Visage,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blancmange,
The Slackers,
The Star Department,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Ten City,
The Cure,
Popol Vuh,
Pulsallama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Mark Hollis,
Unwound,
Bauhaus,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Main Source,
The Names,
Heaven 17,
The Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül II,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.