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 Yemen and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the techno 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Nas,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
Flipper,
The Index,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Qualms,
Yazoo,
Bobby Womack,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slick Rick,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Curtis Mayfield,
The United States of America,
Sight & Sound,
Camouflage,
X-101,
kango's stein massive,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blues Magoos,
Ludus,
The Victims,
Chris Corsano,
Peter & Gordon,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Popol Vuh,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cramps,
Hasil Adkins,
The Raincoats,
MDC,
Oneida,
Roxette,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Banda Bassotti,
Josef K,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Barracudas,
Eve St. Jones,
The Skatalites,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.