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 Panama and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grime 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Minny Pops,
Alton Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
Motorama,
Kas Product,
Crash Course in Science,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
Sarah Menescal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slick Rick,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Qualms,
Mo-Dettes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
DNA,
Japan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barry Ungar,
Goldenarms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Malaria!,
Glenn Branca,
Aswad,
Bronski Beat,
Wolf Eyes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
a-ha,
Spandau Ballet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Desert Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Pole,
Yellowson,
Al Stewart,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang On A Can,
Wings,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Tremeloes,
Faraquet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alphaville,
The Mummies,
Aural Exciters,
Hoover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moebius,
Massinfluence,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.