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 Costa Rica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Pierre Henry to the grunge 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Suicide,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Nils Olav,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure,
Japan,
Peter & Gordon,
Fela Kuti,
a-ha,
Skaos,
Dennis Brown,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dead Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spoonie Gee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Livin' Joy,
The Smoke,
Massinfluence,
Warren Ellis,
Black Pus,
Liliput,
ABBA,
Jawbox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unrelated Segments,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Invisible,
Bill Near,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Bourne,
Magma,
The Monochrome Set,
Suburban Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Von Mondo,
These Immortal Souls,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Rapeman,
Siglo XX,
Pussy Galore,
Wasted Youth,
Carl Craig,
X-101,
Bush Tetras,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.