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 Gabon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Skatalites to the rock 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Misunderstood,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Albert Ayler,
Nico,
Country Teasers,
Joyce Sims,
Warren Ellis,
Dark Day,
Gang of Four,
Eddi Front,
Half Japanese,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra,
Shoche,
Pantytec,
The Barracudas,
Robert Wyatt,
Tommy Roe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Offenders,
Eurythmics,
Mantronix,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minor Threat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nils Olav,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül,
Scrapy,
John Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
The Gap Band,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
Smog,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
Scientists,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
Stiv Bators,
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.