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 Romania and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Dirtbombs to the rock 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Visage,
Oblivians,
Cal Tjader,
Trumans Water,
Kayak,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
John Foxx,
The Dead C,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
The Barracudas,
Pylon,
Alton Ellis,
Hoover,
Andrew Hill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
Yazoo,
Make Up,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Copeland,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
Aloha Tigers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion,
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Siglo XX,
Oneida,
Desert Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
the Association,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alphaville,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Lakeside,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Can,
Kaleidoscope,
ABBA,
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
Sparks,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Section 25,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.