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 Bangladesh and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Gories to the funk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Japan,
New York Dolls,
Joyce Sims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
David McCallum,
Adolescents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delta 5,
Davy DMX,
Dennis Brown,
The Residents,
The Gladiators,
The Monks,
World's Most,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Stetsasonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare,
The Doors,
Rod Modell,
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
Basic Channel,
T.S.O.L.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin,
Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Fad Gadget,
Scrapy,
Minutemen,
Josef K,
Dark Day,
Jandek,
Donny Hathaway,
Connie Case,
T. Rex,
Scratch Acid,
ABC,
Chris Corsano,
Suburban Knight,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang of Four,
Bush Tetras,
Rosa Yemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.