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 Taiwan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 World's Most to the disco 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 güiro and an organ 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flipper,
L. Decosne,
Moss Icon,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Happenings,
Hasil Adkins,
Intrusion,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
Cluster,
FM Einheit,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jandek,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
Smog,
Gang of Four,
The Searchers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pulsallama,
The Associates,
Lungfish,
Connie Case,
Letta Mbulu,
The Techniques,
Derrick May,
Moby Grape,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Livin' Joy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mummies,
X-Ray Spex,
Hoover,
Gang Starr,
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cybotron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gong,
Rekid,
Tears for Fears,
Rotary Connection,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.