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 Andorra and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hasil Adkins 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Depeche Mode,
DNA,
Curtis Mayfield,
The United States of America,
Ken Boothe,
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joyce Sims,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Mills,
Barbara Tucker,
Monolake,
Ultravox,
The Index,
Man Parrish,
the Normal,
The Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
The Black Dice,
Motorama,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can,
Bob Dylan,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter & Gordon,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liliput,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lightning Bolt,
Dead Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
a-ha,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shuggie Otis,
Jandek,
Public Enemy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Oneida,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Silicon Teens,
Laurel Aitken,
The Skatalites,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
Peter and Kerry,
Warsaw,
The Divine Comedy,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
Fluxion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Von Mondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Pus,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.