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 Somalia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Ken Boothe to the grunge 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Mad Mike,
Mo-Dettes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
Von Mondo,
Nils Olav,
Derrick Morgan,
Oblivians,
World's Most,
R.M.O.,
X-Ray Spex,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
Yellowson,
Ice-T,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy Collins,
The Beau Brummels,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maurizio,
Yazoo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June Days,
Bizarre Inc.,
Das Ding,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
Iggy Pop,
The Modern Lovers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Severed Heads,
Boredoms,
Newcleus,
Quando Quango,
Ossler,
Mission of Burma,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bronski Beat,
The Wake,
The Saints,
a-ha,
Erasure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.