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 Ghana and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Drive Like Jehu to the dance 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Ponytail,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
Glenn Branca,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zapp,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
Funkadelic,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Rundgren,
Drexciya,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
Dawn Penn,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
Sugar Minott,
The Kinks,
Babytalk,
Moebius,
Rod Modell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kas Product,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Starr,
The Move,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Divine Comedy,
Fear,
Schoolly D,
Joensuu 1685,
Letta Mbulu,
John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Skriet,
John Holt,
Andrew Hill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
Average White Band,
Warren Ellis,
Urselle,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
Man Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Neu!,
Cameo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Names,
Make Up,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.