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 Finland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Count Five to the rock 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dead C,
Harry Pussy,
Hasil Adkins,
Deepchord,
The Tremeloes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zero Boys,
The Saints,
Pylon,
Blancmange,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed,
the Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter and Kerry,
The Skatalites,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
Shoche,
Kaleidoscope,
The Raincoats,
Joe Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul II Soul,
The Buckinghams,
MC5,
Cal Tjader,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
The J.B.'s,
Bang On A Can,
E-Dancer,
The Names,
James White and The Blacks,
Desert Stars,
David Bowie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Franke,
The Cramps,
Unrelated Segments,
Supertramp,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
The Birthday Party,
Susan Cadogan,
Anakelly,
Michelle Simonal,
Sight & Sound,
David McCallum,
Agent Orange,
Trumans Water,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.