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 Togo and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Smiths 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
Agitation Free,
Magma,
Mad Mike,
Black Pus,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
Q65,
Zero Boys,
The Saints,
Juan Atkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Malaria!,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
Gabor Szabo,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalann,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Schoolly D,
Ice-T,
Organ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Real Kids,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wire,
Yazoo,
John Holt,
X-101,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Normal,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
Bill Near,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Black Dice,
Don Cherry,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fela Kuti,
The Gap Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Sight & Sound,
KRS-One,
Q and Not U,
James White and The Blacks,
Loose Ends,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.