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 Belgium and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lakeside,
Agent Orange,
Dual Sessions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cybotron,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nik Kershaw,
Chrome,
Sunsets and Hearts,
48th St. Collective,
Roxette,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
Gabor Szabo,
Howard Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Pylon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cramps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Golliwogs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
Moby Grape,
Sound Behaviour,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drexciya,
Swans,
Lyres,
Interpol,
Moss Icon,
Tubeway Army,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
Fela Kuti,
Wire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cameo,
Jawbox,
JFA,
Nico,
B.T. Express,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.