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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rock 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Lyres,
Minny Pops,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Bowie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick May,
Anthony Braxton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
Isaac Hayes,
Neu!,
Ultra Naté,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
The Modern Lovers,
Organ,
Amon Düül,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Boz Scaggs,
Mars,
Nico,
Bronski Beat,
Mantronix,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
Lower 48,
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
The United States of America,
Maurizio,
John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
This Heat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ossler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
The Move,
The Fortunes,
Ten City,
Alison Limerick,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.