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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Godley & Creme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Christie,
The Divine Comedy,
Eve St. Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arthur Verocai,
Gregory Isaacs,
Schoolly D,
the Association,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Qualms,
The Seeds,
the Germs,
Roger Hodgson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Buzzcocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wire,
The Selecter,
Judy Mowatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Byrd,
Mandrill,
Dennis Brown,
Khruangbin,
Jacob Miller,
The Techniques,
The Invisible,
Jawbox,
Camouflage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bad Manners,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Japan,
The Gladiators,
Tears for Fears,
Mission of Burma,
Rekid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Warren Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
This Heat,
Tubeway Army,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deadbeat,
The Dirtbombs,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.