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 Rwanda and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Reagan Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Görl,
Marine Girls,
Eurythmics,
X-Ray Spex,
Boredoms,
Sonic Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Godley & Creme,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
The Offenders,
Gong,
K-Klass,
Hoover,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Fear,
The Count Five,
Monks,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slackers,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
The Music Machine,
Can,
Lou Christie,
The Zeros,
Tropical Tobacco,
Urselle,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
the Slits,
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed,
John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wally Richardson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yazoo,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.