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 Hungary and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Glambeats Corp. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
FM Einheit,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
Nirvana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultra Naté,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Babytalk,
The Remains,
Cameo,
Eric Dolphy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gun Club,
Stockholm Monsters,
Talk Talk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
The Velvet Underground,
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arthur Verocai,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Happenings,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Panda Bear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
John Foxx,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
Shoche,
The Doors,
Bauhaus,
Unwound,
ABC,
The Walker Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Zapp,
Radio Birdman,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.