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 Angola and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Kayak to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Terry,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Circle Jerks,
The Busters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
B.T. Express,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minutemen,
Jeff Mills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Godley & Creme,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wasted Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
June Days,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
Connie Case,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
Unwound,
The Searchers,
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
Scratch Acid,
Pantaleimon,
Rapeman,
48th St. Collective,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül,
Zapp,
Iggy Pop,
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
The Slackers,
Scientists,
Sight & Sound,
Icehouse,
MC5,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
Ituana,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacob Miller,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Supertramp,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.