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 Mauritius and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Standells to the jazz 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Lynne,
Moebius,
Todd Rundgren,
The Count Five,
Rotary Connection,
Unwound,
Scion,
Ultravox,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
B.T. Express,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
The Young Rascals,
Newcleus,
DJ Style,
Joensuu 1685,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar,
Slick Rick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Deakin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
Schoolly D,
Isaac Hayes,
Visage,
Buzzcocks,
Lyres,
Reagan Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Khruangbin,
The Index,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gichy Dan,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rapeman,
Youth Brigade,
Section 25,
Magazine,
Easy Going,
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Brick,
Shoche,
X-102,
Chris Corsano,
Alison Limerick,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.