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 Nepal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David Bowie to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Raincoats,
The Names,
The Fall,
The Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fugazi,
Sarah Menescal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sister Nancy,
Sandy B,
The Invisible,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Lynne,
Oblivians,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
Metal Thangz,
Mandrill,
Jacob Miller,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Starr,
Cheater Slicks,
Deadbeat,
The Moleskins,
Lower 48,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DNA,
Swans,
Skriet,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Subhumans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dual Sessions,
The Tremeloes,
The Leaves,
Terry Callier,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.