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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythm & Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Last Poets,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moody Blues,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The United States of America,
Young Marble Giants,
Swans,
Television,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Susan Cadogan,
Agitation Free,
Delon & Dalcan,
Con Funk Shun,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
Soulsonic Force,
Malaria!,
Depeche Mode,
L. Decosne,
The Neon Judgement,
Gabor Szabo,
Gastr Del Sol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The New Christs,
Godley & Creme,
CMW,
the Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vainqueur,
Nico,
The Wake,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick May,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
The Barracudas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Human League,
Prince Buster,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
E-Dancer,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Silicon Teens,
UT,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Severed Heads,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Enemy,
Groovy Waters,
Lyres,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.