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 Maldives and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Josef K to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Unwound,
Procol Harum,
Skriet,
Steve Hackett,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stereo Dub,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smiths,
Aswad,
Ponytail,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
Pierre Henry,
the Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed,
Freddie Wadling,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
The Raincoats,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Easy Going,
Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Last Poets,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
Monks,
H. Thieme,
Malaria!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
The Kinks,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
Zero Boys,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.